Eleven

I played football (11) again today. It has been a while since I had played and I only played so-so. I like it but I couldn't adapt that well to the field (hard dirt & small) and I didn't know any of the players, on any side.

We lost 0-2, but it was an even match.
We could have won or drawn.

One goal in the end of each part (we didn't even have the time to build up a play after each goal was scored) and that was it. I had my share of responsabilities on the first goal.

I'll do better next time.
I know how.

Best man

The kid's turning 31.
He hasn't changed a bit.

Two more rest days (pt.2)

Yesternight was really fun... we stayed up playing the guitar and singing by the fireplace. Mostly portuguese songs from our teenaging days.

There's a cloud in the sky.
Our sky.

One of the couples is not doing well.
As a couple.

These two rest days also serve as a time to heal wounds, ours and our friends'. We do more than hoping that the problems can/will dissipate. We end up revealing a bit more what we truly are and experience life through other people's experiences and words.

I could use more of this.