Well, it's 0'dark:30 down here, and we're drunk as skunks on pisco. Just spent a half hour doing "Bag I'm In" and "Dade County Jail" and I'm exhausted. These people are so cool. Their idea of American music is Fred Neil, Vince Martin, Dave Van Ronk, Rick Von Schmit, Mark Spoelstra, damn, I died and went to heaven and came back as a 20 year old in Chile. Man, I was digging up songs I even forgot I used to know.
Going to die now. There's some trestle tables where we can spread blankets but we have to get up early to go back to camp. Not looking forward to that. Probably won't die just now, but probably wish I could in the morning. We got the Inferno (class V) to do, oh groin.