desmond.
if anyone saw Ximena and I walking around Southbeach at 2 AM Saturday night, barefoot and scarfing down burgers....don't be alarmed. We were just drunk on whiskey and trying to figure out how to get back to Danny's apartment.
this weekend was good in that glad to be alive way.
patty,sheila,and i spent a great deal of time at U.O. on thursday trying to figure out what to get jeremy and bryan for their apartment-warming party. we settled on these mugs in which the girls on them remove their clothes when a hot liquid in poured inside. clever, no?
everyone was really nice except for peter, but i made it a point to tell him how much i hated him...who the fuck gets away with having peacocks in their house?
friday was jeremys bday so we went by again. had some pizza and watched Knocked Up since we had decided to get there early. reggea, Kings Cup, and Bryan's usual speech on how i need to improve my game. we all got pretty trashed and all i wanted to do was pass out on the couch but i had promised Juan i'd stop by his party.
i'm glad i ended up going, even though i got there pretty late. these people were all as trashed as i was and it was good to be able to talk to carmen,olga,rob, both natalies, and of course the host. fraga gave me some advice on buying coats and then offered to take me home when my ride has dissapeared...but then we found them drunk and rowdy down the side street so all was well.
i don't know how i ended up waking up early the next day but so did everyone else and after buying massive amounts of beer and chips we spent the whole day at the beach. our umbrella flew off and hit a tourist. that's the karma ximena and i get for being greedy with our umbrella and making four people cram under the other one.
night time came and that's when we go back to ximena and i wondering the streets for food. we had decided to spend the night at danny's. watch some southpark, drink, and listen to old records of lionel richie. this apartment has the best location (Collins and 2nd St). everythings within walking distance. we ended up at this spot right down the street and they had the most amazing drinks. i was only taken there when i promised not to whore out the name. we lost track of time, i knew it was pretty late but we couldn't resist ending the night at the beach (it was just a block away). we talked about Gatsby and the green light...that's how you know. i got home around 5 am. soaked. no one warned us about the severe thunderstorm that hit the beach.
i was exhaused this morning, my body felt as if i had put it through a blender. i decided to go nap at Sheila since she has double twin beds and the chillest room. eventually she somehow convinced me to get out of bed and we ended up doing the whole redbull/cigarrets thing down at the pier.
we decided that anything can be going on in our lives and still we'll have that place...we've both been going there for years and it's so funny to see how different the conversations have gotten....rather....same conversations, very different people.
we ended the night at Bisou because we felt like eating Clams and Bisou makes them best.
came home to LOST and my blankets. perfect down time.
it's been fun, but i promised myself that this week I have to get back to business. i need to spend a lot more time on school if i want to leave things tied up by the end of this semester.
i feel like i'll be able to find the right balance.
i have to work out in about 5 hours, i should really get to sleep. LOST is fucking up my schedule,i feel like a crack addict. thank god i just have an episode left.
i realized that i mainly update for a friend in gainesville and myself in a year...so that i can look back and laugh at how much things change.
this weekend was good in that glad to be alive way.
patty,sheila,and i spent a great deal of time at U.O. on thursday trying to figure out what to get jeremy and bryan for their apartment-warming party. we settled on these mugs in which the girls on them remove their clothes when a hot liquid in poured inside. clever, no?
everyone was really nice except for peter, but i made it a point to tell him how much i hated him...who the fuck gets away with having peacocks in their house?
friday was jeremys bday so we went by again. had some pizza and watched Knocked Up since we had decided to get there early. reggea, Kings Cup, and Bryan's usual speech on how i need to improve my game. we all got pretty trashed and all i wanted to do was pass out on the couch but i had promised Juan i'd stop by his party.
i'm glad i ended up going, even though i got there pretty late. these people were all as trashed as i was and it was good to be able to talk to carmen,olga,rob, both natalies, and of course the host. fraga gave me some advice on buying coats and then offered to take me home when my ride has dissapeared...but then we found them drunk and rowdy down the side street so all was well.
i don't know how i ended up waking up early the next day but so did everyone else and after buying massive amounts of beer and chips we spent the whole day at the beach. our umbrella flew off and hit a tourist. that's the karma ximena and i get for being greedy with our umbrella and making four people cram under the other one.
night time came and that's when we go back to ximena and i wondering the streets for food. we had decided to spend the night at danny's. watch some southpark, drink, and listen to old records of lionel richie. this apartment has the best location (Collins and 2nd St). everythings within walking distance. we ended up at this spot right down the street and they had the most amazing drinks. i was only taken there when i promised not to whore out the name. we lost track of time, i knew it was pretty late but we couldn't resist ending the night at the beach (it was just a block away). we talked about Gatsby and the green light...that's how you know. i got home around 5 am. soaked. no one warned us about the severe thunderstorm that hit the beach.
i was exhaused this morning, my body felt as if i had put it through a blender. i decided to go nap at Sheila since she has double twin beds and the chillest room. eventually she somehow convinced me to get out of bed and we ended up doing the whole redbull/cigarrets thing down at the pier.
we decided that anything can be going on in our lives and still we'll have that place...we've both been going there for years and it's so funny to see how different the conversations have gotten....rather....same conversations, very different people.
we ended the night at Bisou because we felt like eating Clams and Bisou makes them best.
came home to LOST and my blankets. perfect down time.
it's been fun, but i promised myself that this week I have to get back to business. i need to spend a lot more time on school if i want to leave things tied up by the end of this semester.
i feel like i'll be able to find the right balance.
i have to work out in about 5 hours, i should really get to sleep. LOST is fucking up my schedule,i feel like a crack addict. thank god i just have an episode left.
i realized that i mainly update for a friend in gainesville and myself in a year...so that i can look back and laugh at how much things change.