St Anthony, marriageable damsels and the shiny buttock.

Yesterday was St Anthony's day, Lisbon's patron saint. Traditionally, there's a lot of what we call Popular Marches, a pageant of sorts, and grilled sardines and peppers, and much alcohol, and everyone dumps their cars as close as they can to the old quarter of the city, Alfama, and walks up towards the castle. MAD. Why was this night different from every other night?

[Excuse me while I crack myself up over this sentence, smugly smuggled - hullo! - into a post abt St. Anthony]

Well, I WAS THERE. Yes. In keeping w my recently inaugurated campaign, Thou Too Shall Live a Little, Who Cares If Thou Flunkest Thy Year, I got out of the house. I did! And had fun. And paid an obscene amount of money for half a chicken, oh the change into Euros, don't let's start talking abt it. And was knackered pretty fast even though we didn't walk all the way up top the castle but bloody hell, was it exhausting! I only got to sleep at around 4 am and have been in a daze all day. But I won't tell you more abt last night right away bcs I'm going to the beach house till Wednesday so no time and no internet! No worries, Vomit, Colic and Constipation shall follow, I wouldn't dream of leaving them behind. Literally. I will update this post as soon as I can w the pics we took (vile sardines on bread, the Portie way, among others) and links so you understand what it is all abt. I will also tell you abt some how females sometimes have to resort to peeing ON THE STREET, much to their chagrin, and how their buttocks gleamed in the streetlights.

In the mean time, think of me enjoying my faithful trio while sunning myself on a beach. And revising my Faithful Trio while swimming in the ocean. And vaguely remembering my Faithful Trio while eating an icecream sandwich (Beth and DM, cheers! I'll think of you.) Oh the bliss... (Am almost afraid to write this bcs we know what happened last time I took a holiday right? But I'll be studying so it's not really a holiday so I shouldn't really worry but can't really blame me for having become a bit superstitious abt it right?)(Yesterday was Uzi's mum's birthday. I rang her and we had a really good talk. I miss them and Israel so much. I miss... You all know what I miss. I picked up the phone to dial the number and for the life of me couldn't remember the Israeli international code. And when I finally did, I couldn't remember her house number. Funny that.)

[Tertia, if you read this - and of course you will bcs you are so addicted to my blog - be a dahling and txt message me the news on Danae as soon as you find out on Wedn, I won't come in till really late and need, have to, MUST know. Tnx. Danae, St. Anthony is the patron saint of marriages also and I'll turn ecumenic for a bit in order to pull him into the loop bcs you do have a marriage and we know what should be added to it - so, Sto.António, have a care and do your Catholic magic. And sweetie, I WILL be keeping even the bloody sand crossed for you, here's to happy news. *raises the memory of yesterday's sangria*]