I spent the rest of the afternoon in thought and instead of spending time on the papers, I prepped my lecture talking points. Mostly the papers were just that --papers. I thought about how best to be frank with the students and tell them that I'm not interested in their papers, in how well they write, or other nonsense--they should have learned that by now and if not this was not the place. I'm interested in what they think and if they can make themselves understood. I hate talking to people-- if they can write it down it provides a tolerable way to communicate with them and learn more about what they think and who they are. Around 11pm I headed out to Bar Instant with a plan to meet my friend Erica from the UK. She was fun in small doses and a great person to go out with since she could talk to anyone including to herself about anything. I ordered a drink and sat down since there was an opening at the bar, waiting for room on the dance floor to open up. Erica was standing near by chatting with a group of people she had just met. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the girl that was with El Capitán. She had a very gamine look dressed all in black with ballet slippers and a pale rosy pink leather jacket with ruffles down the front in both leather and chiffon. Our eyes met and the corners of my mouth involuntarily turned up. I lost her in the crowd and looked around, it was fun to be in a place where everyone was beautiful and relaxed. The usual mafiosos were in the corner talking on their ear pieces. Eventually, I gave up on Erica and worked my way to the dance floor loosing track of myself for a few hours occasionally alternating between glasses of water and/or a cocktail. At 5 am I met up with Erica and we decided to walk around the early morning city until the public baths opened at 6 am. I didn't have class until 2pm and could probably take a nap and be fine.