Friday

Administrative note: the reasons there's been little activity in this blog's other column lately is because I've been concentrating on getting two year's worth of photographs uploaded to Flickr. Time is getting short, and I'm pushing to finish this before returning to the US (captions have been regulated to another timeline altogether, sad to say). Over the last week I've added another hundred fifty-ish pictures, and I'll hopefully be matching that by early next week. Interested in seeing photos of the dinosaur bones at the Desert Museum in Saltillo? Please take a look. Tonight we had dinner at the boss' house, a seven thirty engagement to which we could not arrive late. So, an hour beforehand, we decided to go shopping downtown at the Gandhi Bookstore and clean them out of masked wrestling movies. Some Méxicana for our future household. We are now the proud owners of about fifteen new Santo movies, and I'm particularly excited about Santo Versus the Wolf Women. Monterrey traffic is pretty harsh right before seven on Friday night, and it was a rush to dash home again, dress, and then make the dinner party one minute early; but we somehow persevered (how? Some pretty aggressive, some might say fluent, driving was involved). For his part, Sunshine's boss had just returned from a special function with Schwarzenegger, who's made good on his campaign promise to visit México after his improbable landslide victory. Apparently, among his scores of entourage, he travels with a special effects coordinator. Nothing says "governor" like gel spots and mineral smoke. Dinner was really swell, incidentally. The hosts even provided a special fish dinner for yours truly when they discovered that I would not be able to eat the whole roast pig they'd specially ordered. The drive home was less energetic. [Cavin]