Not much to report these past few days, what with work rearing its ugly head once more, although on Saturday I dropped by a studio in uptown Moema for an inaugural musician's hang-out, hosted by Bob of Garrafas open-mic-night fame; among the endless jamming and Gaby's first (and probably last) metal concert in one of the practice rooms, I made a few contacts and we're heading back to the regular open-mic tomorrow night, to rub elbows with the SP musical elite once again. So that was fun.
Then on Sunday, Gaby amazingly agreed to join me on a bona fide hike through the great outdoors, albeit a very light, paved incline up to the top of the Horto Florestal. There, we sat on the big rock overlooking the city (imaginatively called Pedra Grande, or "the Big Rock"), sunbathed, had a mini-picnic and made our way back down for comfort food and some serious flopping about.
My phrase of the week means "don't judge a book by its cover" - what can I say, I can't give you gold every week... Hope you're having fun on your travels and let's speak soon!
Luv,
Frud
PS: I've uploaded some videos to Youtube from my first-ever appearance at Garrafas last month, should you be so inclined: https://www.youtube.
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