One rural New England girl's quest to find the comforts of home in an Argentine metropolis.
Hold the miga...
Friday, June 12, 2009
Drumline
I think my neighbors on the floor above me have joined a marching band--the drumline to be exact. I'm not even kidding. I awoke this morning to the sound of at least 2 deadened snares slammin away. What?
No comments:
Post a Comment