1. There will definitely be bad-ass traffic out there tonight.
2. The idea of celebrating independence with massive crowd, pressing onto one another is no longer appealing and so un-independent like.
3. Un will be working the morning tomorrow, so he needs more than just forty winks in order to be able to survive the flight.
Thus, Mareena and I have decided to capture the night by my poolside, silently, with Manzanita and Baileys as our auxiliary companion. That should be adequate.
A note about yesterday evening:
I went to watch the MPO perform with some friends from school. It was a short, 78 minutes piece without interval titled 'My Homeland' by Smetana. I realized, after the concert that I did not yawn, not even once, during the performance. My conclusion, I miss the MPO and the DFP really badly.
The tipsy gypsy is here.