Halloooo,
Hope all well! I write to you from our new socialist utopia, as a closely-fought general election capped a busy week.
On Thursday night Gabi and I dipped our toes back in the open mic scene, jamming along with the house band at a bar in Vila Madalena, before returning the next day for work, which was less exciting but did at least come with a happy hour at close of business.
Then on Saturday we went to a wedding at the church down the road (two weddings, in fact - our one was running behind schedule so we caught the previous couple walking out), followed by a party up in the hills which was rather amusing, and on Sunday Fernanda and her small child came over for pre-results lunch and ice cream.
I've thrown together a new compilation, and my phrase of the week ("bye, dear") was coined when Dilma was impeached in 2016, before making an ironic comeback this week for obvious reasons.
And that's about it! Speak soon,
Fred Can Dance
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