tsss...some weekend, ended at 5 am on a highway , coming back from an all night rave in a beach in ensenada...a house filled with a smell only espresso making can bring ( asi como huele el starbucks desde cuadras atras ) and some other stuff im just to sleepy to write tonigt, the part of the week dat i hate-love the most, a week is over...the review runs like a tape in ur head and comes out with a smile on ur face, a week starts as soon as u close ur eyes...