nekare

Two or three years ago, I was dragged along with my brother to the birthday party of the little daughters of one of my dad's coworkers. I've known the family all my life and they're nice people but damn are their reunions boring.

So. My brother and I ended up cutting the heads off of the already-beaten-to-death piñatas, spread ketchup all over the neck and hung them up from a goal post, where they glided softly with the breeze in front of a hord of five year old girls dressed in their princesses outfits getting teary eyed at the fate of their dears Cinderella and Snow White.

It was smashing fun. As of yet, we've never been invited to another of those parties again. Mission accomplished.

What's the point of this, you might ask? The other day, while I was driving to school, I saw a piñata head, dangling from a high pedestrian crossing or whatever they're called in English, just, there, a smiley piñata ten metres up in the air. *g* It was awesome, and it brought back so many memories. :))

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My flamenco performance was real good, even if my brother bitched and bitched about having to endure another one of those. *eyeroll* And I'll be meeting with my closest high school friends for dinner, yay!

Now, a rec: Out of this Darkness by maygra is, probably, the best fic I've read in weeks. SPN, quasi-gen, AU, in which the world has ended and Sam and Dean struggle to find their place in the new one. This is... wow. Wonderful. One of those fics that are so smart, plot-wise that make you feel little, you know? Read it, flist. It is absolutely brilliant.