Full moon party last night. Played drums for hours, my hands are killing. Thank God we had some players last night. Drums, bass, flutes, shakers, dancers, wine, buddha...speaking of which, yesterday was not only a full moon but the birthday of none other than Buddha himself. Double the reason to celebrate. And, on that account, I doubled my celebratory intake. Of course I'm paying the price for it today, but thats the cost of being young and funky.
Now...rest.
Now...rest.
i'm afraid i can't sell you on opera. my bf couldn't either. i believe he said, "i don't even like opera. why am i doing this? i'd rather be a DJ." guess we can't all choose what we're good at??