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Me gané un fin de semana en el Hotel Vincci Capitol de la Gran vía. ¿Sabéis cuál era mi habitación? ¡¡¡Justo la de detrás del Neón de Schweppes!!! Yo esto lo llamo: lomosuerte.
I could've gone closer but I was too terrified to move. I seriously thought I'd slip and crack my head on the rocks.
We're back at Tali with friends for the Labor Day long weekend. It was like it took us forever to get to the part where we finally got the convoy going and saved Ken from spending another night alone at the Peckson residence. Growing boys need their Hanneh Banneh's after all.
I got an idea of how the weekend would turn out when the boys started unloading the cars and busting out cases of beers, a couple of jacks, some gin and whatever else I missed.
Great food - many thanks to Mike for his cooking master skills and Tenny and Oli for the same as well! There was soooo much food that bowel problems reared its ugly face.
I didn't get to jump off the cliff like I was conditioning myself in my mind to do. I was terrified of the rocks that sloped down to meet the bottomless pit that was the sea.
Upon request, this is a censored album. but rest assured there was plenty of bromansya to go around.
