Larger, red wine and, later, cocktails with ridic garnishes and hefty price tags helped lubricate our vocal chords.
Getting up at 7.30am for Spanish class was tough; class was even tougher. I believe my brain may have seeped out of my ears, so little was I able to chuck a noun and a verb together in English, letalone in Espanol. The Animator thought I would have issues with la hora (the time) and el precio (the price). The Animator was right.
We are all going to lay comatose in front of a DVD now. There is supposed to be a repeat performance tonight but I fear the liver police may well call a halt to that.
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