awakeThen off to bed we went...to sleep until 11:30. That means I got just over five hours of sleep. It's a wonder I'm still awake. J is napping on the couch, trying to build up his strength for another night on the lagoon. A few blocks over, at la Place des Congrés, there is a function of some sort going on. This involves music blaring through perforated speakers, teenagers singing karaoke, and dancing, either alone or in groups, to the encouragment of their peers. Oh, and one seemingly unbreakeable law of such fêtes is that they must play the same song, at least five times, and perferably every. other. song. (It used to be anything by Sean Paul; today it is "Beautiful Liar" by Beyoncé & Shakira.) How Julien can sleep through that, I have no idea.
I'll just use this opportunity to say that I think karaoke ought to be banned in public. It ought not be permitted in open air where anyone and everyone is subjected, over and over, to sounds similar to cats fighting, cats in heat, or just cats period.
Now it is time to wake my man for tea and banana muffins...
