Cucurrucucu

Last night I dreamt S and I were exploring caves in another country. It's more of a tourist attraction than actual spelunking. I take us through a path away most of the people, and we come upon a grotto where there's no one else. There is lush greenery cascading over the rock walls. Small waterfalls trickle hear and there. Then a head emerges from the wall to my right. It is that of an old man with white curly hair and a beard. His skin is sun-worn, like that of a mediterranean fisherman. He sings Cucurrucucu Paloma.

That song has been in my head all day.
Click "here" (in the link above) and sing along.

Dicen que por las noches no más se le iba en puro llorar.
Dicen que no comía, no más se le iba en puro tomar.
Juran que el mismo cielo se estremecía al oír su llanto.
Cómo sufría por ella, que hasta en su muerte la fue llamando!

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, cantaba.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, gemía.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, cantaba.
De pasión mortal moría.

Que una paloma triste muy de mañana le va a cantar
A la casita sola con sus puertitas de par en par.
Juran que esa paloma no es otra cosa más que su alma,
Que él todavía la espera a que regrese, la desdichada.

Cucurrucucú, paloma,
Cucurrucucú, no llores.
Las piedras jamás, paloma,
Qué van a saber de amores?

Having that as your soundtrack certainly makes the day look different.

I have no idea what that dream meant.

The Good, the Bad, and the Gorgeous

The good news is it's Stacey Dash.

The bad news is it's Playboy - an entity that can airbrush the sexiness out of just about anyone, turning even the hottest of women into cartoon furniture.

But, on the other hand, it's Stacey Dash!!!
(by the way, in case that whole Playboy thing didn't clue you in, that last link is NSFW).

PPD

I had a bit of the Post Party Depression today.

Much of it was just the return to the mundanity.

Sure, some of it was that harsh slide back to sobriety (people are so not interesting when I'm sober), but mostly it's the mundanity. It's the end of the illusion that you have scores of friends just because you all happen to be in the same place at the same time.

It's that Peggy Lee syndrome. After all the sound and excitement and fun and laughter you come back to this? Is that all there is?