Cierre por vacaciones

Antes de nada, los inolvidables. Gol, y eso. Vaya movida.

Ejem, para qué extendernos. Esta bitácora aprovecha la resaca para cerrar el chiringo y poner rumbo a California. Tengan paciencia, abaníquense bien, beban mucha limonada y esperen felices nuestro regreso. Les traeremos buenas nuevas, los bolsillos cargados de arena del desierto, las botas manchadas de polvo de Mojave, las sacas llenas vinilos. Canten conmigo:



Well I'm going out west where I belong
Where the days are short and the nights are long

And I'll walk a little walk I'll twist a little twist
I'll shimmy a little shimmy I'll fly a little fly
Yea we're out there having fun in the warm California sun

Well, I'm going out west out on the coast
Where the California girls are really the most

Where they walk and I'll walk They fish and I'll fish
They sin and I'll sin They fly and I'll fly
Where they're out there having fun in the warm California sun

Well, the girls are frisky in old 'Frisco
A pretty little chick wherever you go

And they walk and I'll walk They fish and I'll fish
They sin and I'll sin They fly and I'll fly
Where they're out there having fun in the warm California sun

We're out there having fun, yeah, in the warm California sun