Good news and Bad news

Let's start with the bad news....
Shirley is unable to come to Oaxaca. Sometime ago, maybe 10 days or so, she had what she thought was a blood clot in her leg. Her doctor said if it was, they would have to operate. She had an MRI which did not show a clot. Things were okay for a couple of days.
Then today, while on top of the pyramid at Monte Alban, my phone rang. Her husband Jim was calling to let me know they were at the emergency room. The pain in Shirley's leg was so bad that they took her to the hospital. She also had to be sedated. So as of right now, she is not coming. Í've told her not to come as she is also scheduled to come to Santa Fe on July 8th.
So Shirley, if you are reading this, do not come to Oaxaca. Get better first and then come to Santa Fe. At least we speak the language there. Well, sort of.

The good news is that my friend Jorge is finally able to come to Oaxaca. His car is fixed and he's ready to start bribing. This will be interesting.

Today I again went to Monte Alban. I went with Pepe and Angela. After four and half hours of sun and a little bit of sun screen, I have a very red sunburn on my next and arms. I shot another five rolls of film or 180 exposures. I got to see a bit more that I missed the first time around. I concentrated a whole lot more. Today was a good day.

Tonight, we are having a little gathering on the patio around 10pm. Hopefully it won't go as late as last night.
Last night Pepe and I had a guy's night out. It started with an opening at the Bravo Center. The opening was for Juan Rulfo and it was fantastic. Lots of people and beautiful photographs to view. But there were only 15 photographs. I believe they all came from one person's collection.
Then we had a delicious dinner at La Olla where the conversation went from photo to archeology to parents to family. Lots was discussed.
Then we went to the newest club in town called Elephant. Very dark and red on the inside and very loud music. It was fun but an hour or so was enough for me.
Upon arriving home, we home three drunk, well-educated gringas playing a card game called "asshole". Avoiding getting involved in that, we convinced the girls to play poker. I lost pathetically and then went to bed around 1:30am or later. I think they continued to 3am or so.
Time now for a capuchino.