Friday + Mezcal + Bird + Bee =

Sandra shaking the proverbial tailfeather to a great version of the old Hall & Oates classic - I Can't For Go For That by The Bird & The Bee from a really enjoyable album of H & O covers.

Frank Sinatra & Metronomy made up the rest of the music for the night.

Hips helped in no small part by the lubricating effects of not 1, but 2 different types of Mezcal (think Tequila, but less refined and quite a bit stronger - not a million miles from Poitín, the Irish, potato firewater).

Initially, she just wanted to sample 1 given to her as a present by a client of hers, who produce Montelobos, but things quickly escalated from the 1st few tastes!

I cooked and sipped while Sandra danced. I may have joined her for a wee jig later on. A great night of housebound silliness was very much enjoyed by the pair of us.

Apollo was very confused by the odd antics of his human co-habitees and was probably not best pleased when he was dragged out for a midnightish stroll around the nearby park.

After Sandra had gone to bed, I eventually fell asleep reading a new novel by Neal Stephenson - Read Me, which I could do, as my new phone can act as an e-reader.

This opens up a whole new world of possibilities for me. Finding books (at a reasonable price) had not proved too easy here in Mexico and I had gone from being an avid to a very, very intermittent reader. That will all change now.

Yay!