This Beat is Hot...

Im in Sao Paulo, at my friend Henrique's place. We went to a bar full of rockers on Thursday night (when I arrived) and an anorexic model accused me of holding the curtains that led to the dance floor (later, she made out with Henrique in the toilets). An 18 year old Strokes fan grabbed my other friend, Bruno, on the dance floor. We drank a lot of beer and caipirinhas. She took photos of us and told us to look for them in her Fotolog (4 blind mice?) We came home at 5am.

Yesterday, we fucked around until 6pm. Then Henrique dropped me at a cafe while he went to his work (an advertisement agency) for half an hour. I drank a Moka and a Latte, and ate cheese bread and a slice of carrot cake. Then we shopped for some steaks, beer and wine, to take to our friend Garnize's home for dinner. Garnize cooked the best risotto of my life, we drank 3 bottles of wine and a lot of beer, they smoked a joint, we sat around with their girlfriends, Garnize's brother, lots of ashtrays, and lots of talks about movies, sex, Europe, and murders.

I fell asleep watching The Life of Brian. Woke up again at 6, tried hard to wake Henrique, and we finally drove home and crashed.

Now we are going to the Country Club for lunch.

Internet has been installed at the farm; when I returne, I'll be able to catch up with you: hope you are all well.