Journal, March 5, 1977 AM

Today is the day (we hear the mice say). Today is the day of the great mouse ball!

Yesterday was hectic & sometimes headachy, but last night was for the fairy tales! Dave Quarles arrived from El Salvador. <Sofia’s sister’s boyfriend & I stole a bag of ice from the Hotel Irazú (where my folks are).> The serenaders played so beautiful. Two bottles of Jack Daniels bit the dust. Fred & I killed the last quarter of a bottle of guaro {Costarican rum-like liquor} to climax the party! <Sofia was beautiful in her “mono {coveralls}.”> No más {more}!

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