The Way is Shut and the Dead Keep It

Saturday began slowly by catching a bus to go watch Toti's soccer match. I got bad directions so I got to walk for a full half hour before arriving at the game. Turns out Toti wasn't there but I stayed to watch the second half anyway. This minor disappointment was followed by a less than intense weight work followed by a more intense core workout followed by a fork-in-me-I'm-done workout in the pool, this followed by a slow roast in the sun (to dry off of course). I then went to church to join the jovenes for class. Jose was there asked about how we know the difference between right and wrong. There was good discussion from many different people; it is good to see that Jose is still working things around in his mind. We went for tacos as we waited on Jeff for tonight it was going to be the 4 amigos (I was staying the night with Miguel, Jose, and Jeff). We picked Jeff up; cranked the cd player to cuarenta y dos and sang (a very loose usage of this word) to Journey the entire way home with much air guitar, air drum, air piano, trumpet and microphone usage. I think there were four different guitar solos going on at the same time. We arrived home without the offer for an encore. Then they busted out the real instruments.
Miguel on electric guitar, Jose and Jeff on dual acoustics and me on the spoons and the empty water keg (think djembe). We passed the vocals around and made a lot of noise laugh and having a good time. Now approaching midnight we opted for something a touch more dangerous...
Word on the street is that after fighting your way through legions of wild and rabid dogs you can make it to the top of the nearby mountain where there are lots drunks and drug users. Jeff and Jose had previously attempted this trek but were detered by some of the carnivorous rats; this time we were going all the way. So with stick/sword/bat/spear in hand and a good sized rock in the other we set off into the night to see whether it was stupidity or bravery that pushed us on. We stealth walked in the shadows passed farmhouse and compounds, we watched for lights on the powerlines above, and we froze at the lightest voice on the wind. We hiked on and on, up and up in moonless night; we passed the forbidden forest that had no exit and after quoting numerous movies we moved on. The air was crisp and cool as we turned around to claim our prize. The city. Blazing with lights, fireworks burning in the air, streets and building stretching on for miles, and we were the gods who looked down upon it from the sky.
(I was personally dissapointed that we didn't do battle or even see a single canine (except for this one lazy one) the entire trip (oh well, I tried to do something that would make for a good story)).
We made it back to the house and Jose and Jeff said goodnight. Miguel and I sat down to a milk and bread (sweet bread), and talked about what was brewin' on his mind. We talked about how to be Christian when our friends aren't and the best way to influence their lives. We talked on until the milk ran out. 2:15 a.m. We said goodnight both being good and tired and hit the couch so hard I didn't come to until the next morning.