All well here. On Friday I invited myself along to the bachelor party of a lovely man called Andre, who's marrying a friend of Gaby's on Saturday, and whose Las Vegas-themed bridal shower we attended a few weeks back.
Things started inauspiciously enough with pre-nightclub drinks in a petrol station forecourt (apparently something of a tradition among cash-strapped young Paulistanos), but I soon ingratiated myself with the various MEN in attendance thanks to my self-effacing Englishness, before entering Villa Mix, apparently rather a big deal in SP social circles. Spent the evening in a roped-off "lounge" area boogying on down to the latest sertanejo hits, before Gaby took leave of the hen-do going on concurrently down the road and whisked me off for burgers at 5am.
Saturday was somewhat of a write-off, given I had to be up at 10 to do some pesky work and never fully recovered; and on Sunday Gaby and I went to the posh part of town, to stroll along the Rua Oscar Freire (where all the cool clothes shops and art galleries open, and more importantly where all the best restaurants are) and eat mounds of pasta and ice cream. I plan to return and coincide our next trip with the all-you-can-eat brunch buffet that I scoped out online beforehand. In other news Gaby has a rather promising job interview this afternoon, we're having a birthday dinner for her grandma this evening, and of course there's this wedding at the weekend.
I write soon! We speak, yes? You work, men.
A plus, hipoténuse xx
Frod
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