20. I wandered along the terminal, zombie-style. At some point after two hours, I decided to go to Vila Mariana. Luiz and its sister picked me up. Burger King, gross. The bridge at night, and following Jonás [br]: terrible country-like Beatles covers, in an expensive pub. Splitted and then rejoined (with the addition of German [ar]), the group went to a posh party at Ana’s house. It was a strange mix of a rich family party and a drug schizo show. There was an absurd protocol silently imposed, while a disturbed guy had long monologues with a parrot. Jet set life did kill us. The multiplication of beer cans (the Chinese first, and later, in the supermarket).
21. Had lunch in house of Luiz, with its mother and Jonás. Then, I prepared my stuff for the flight. And we tried to go to the park, but the rain spoiled that plan again. We ended the cats with cataracts, and then, forgot to play snooker. We end up eating pizza in the house of German and their two children. Good pizza and… you know. Then, went to the airport.
Trianon-masp and the airpoets. The worst pictures in a while.
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