Fields of Gold

I can't stand it. It keeps ringing in my ears, so I might as well share it. Last Saturday, the ratwaks had a reunion at the University of Dama de Noche (the house of the principal Q) and just like high school students, somebody brought out a guitar.... and we started to... seriously...SING! Ricky surprised us all with his guitar prowess, while we surprised our own selves with our singing prowess after consuming a balde (balde as in orocan balde) of white wine. This song, this lovely, haunting song by Sting became our national anthem....



Of course the evening was not complete without the old favorites, which ran the gamut from James Taylor to Karen Carpenter to Minnie Ripperton and her high notes (where we sounded almost obscene during that famous climax!!) What an evening. See what a bit of wine can do to one's confidence and imagined talent.