Too much Tequila

(by Chris Haines)

First I have to say....it wasn't us. On Saturday night at the Espresso Sorocabano (what! Yet again!), I was commenting that you never see any drunken Brazilians........I spoke too soon. The table next to us, with a couple of girls and four blokes, had a bucket of beer and a bottle of tequila. The tequila seemed to go remarkably quickly, and then suddenly one of the girls was rather ill. All over the floor. Oh dear - yet another generalisation down the Swanee! They didn't chuck her out, just swept it up, but her boyfriend had to look after her for the next few hours as she was well out of things. We got talking to them in pidgin English/Portugese and they were quite chummy, and not over-intoxicated.
          The band were the usual extremely high musical standard you get in Brazil: they were all accomplished and well-rehearsed, and played stuff the audience knew and sang along to, although I knew none of it. 
          We didn't leave till three, but luckily could sleep in the next day - a late night, combined with a long week produced Rip van Winkle standard sleeping, and I barely made the 2 pm rendezvous for a stroll with Sean and Simon. I managed to doze off later after only being awake 10 hours..............it'll be another long week.