Eighth day of 2010
Went to Havana. Danced to Jock Jams. Had an after party at my house consisting of a strange concoction of people, a chef with a box of liquor, and an entire spread of everthing to make tacos. Oh and creme brulee that he torched at my house. Weirdness occurred. No one went to bed until after 9am. Cecil went to bed at noon. I slept until 4pm. Success.
