Hope all well frogside. Top of the hour this week is our trip on Saturday night to Villa Country, an amazing nightclub / Western movie set / country music stronghold and generally very odd place, for an evening of STEAK, line dancing (both improvised and under the guidance of "personal dancers" in cowboy hats, who would burst into synchronised footwork at random intervals) and ear-bleeding live sertanejo until the early hours. Quite hard to explain without pics (conveniently included here), but I'm certainly glad we checked it out.
On Sunday I was roped into working all day with a pounding headache, but managed to slip away for a get-together and jam session at Flavio's swish new apartment in the evening; then on Monday (São Paulo's birthday and a city-wide Bank Holiday, whether my boss realised it or not) we went to Campinas, to check out Claudio's toy factory and new enormous mechanical laser printer (pretty cool / Bond-villain-esque) and sit/sleep through a business meeting (not so much), before adjourning to his flat for nibbles, and heading for home. We now all have jobs for life at the factory if all else fails, and I'm trying to wrangle a trip to Ubatuba to see Claudio's new boat, so twas a fruitful journey all told.
Elsewhere, word on the street is we're off to Aldeia da Serra at the weekend for a pool party at Bruna's; I also want to head to the Mercadão Municipal at some point and step up my baking game... In the meantime I've made another playlist (it's a little more downbeat than usual, with limited scope for dancing, so apologies in advance); and my Brazilian phrase of the day means literally to "give a mickey", and is pleasingly similar in meaning to "take the mickey", i.e. bypass the usual rules / tell white lies to further your own agenda, in a relatively harmless way. May it serve you well.
Speak to you soon, bassoon!
Fred
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