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YESTERDAY: PART 1
man.. i got so drunk last night and i didn't mean to. i had a long day just walking around and then i stopped at a bar for a quick pint. i read for awhile then some older local dude said i should come sit with everyone at the bar. so i did. and i hung out with a bunch of scottish guys ranging in age from 26 to 47. beers were flowing... some of which were purchased for me. conversations were good. the one dude who invited me over kept putting change in the jukebox so i could hear whatever i wanted. we joked around a lot. it was great fun. i actually felt like i was meeting people..well, cuz i was. except i got sooooooooooo drunk. i told a ewan macgregor look a like that he could come visit me in canada for free and when i realized he was married i said they could both come visit. tom, the 47 yr old, is a tour bus driver who majored in english and history. he had a great sense of humour and we were cracking jokes about how no matter whatever happens in like... "never lose your sense of humour." well tom was great except then he started flirting with me and telling me he liked me and trying to get me to kiss him. yeah. he was pretty harmless ...and the female bartenders said he was harmless and regular. he just got annoying... and a lil territorial... like i was out for a smoke with some younger guys and he was like... come back in and talk to me...etc. i was like, what the hell...? the other guys were like yeah, scottish men are territorial. so i stopped paying so much attention to him although we still chatted.
YESTERDAY: PART 2
I had to book a room at a different hostel yestderday morning cuz the hostel i was at was full. the hostel i was meant to head to last night was a bit of a walk away so i left my big backpack in storage at the old hostel for the day. conveniently, the arcade... the bar i went to in the afternoon, which i didn't leave until 1am or so, was located just across the street. except i didn't leave the bar until 1am. i was totally drunk... and i still had to transfer my bag acorss town to a hostel i didn't know. Luckily, a Canadian guy who worked at both hostels recognized me and he said he had to go to that hostel anyway. so... we left together...he got my bag, carried it for me, paid for a taxi to get us to the hosetl. and he even checked me in cuz i was too drunk. yeah, and then i fell on the floor at the entrance doorway to the hostel. the guy had to take me to my room and show me my bed. no funny business, just a stand up guy who saved my ass. then i felt queasy... and i couldn't find the bathroom. so i ran down the hallway into the stairwell and puked everywhere. did i mention that this hostel used to be a church and so it still has all the lovely architecture and interior decor. yeah...then i was too disoriented to find my room again so i had to go to the front desk and get them to show me where it was.
THIS MORNING:
the guy at the front desk came in to wake me at 7:45 am cuz i guess the other guy who brought me to the hostel somehow remembered i had to be somewhere early this morning. so i even got a wake up call which is excellent cuz my phone battery (which is also my alarm) is dead and i had paid £30 for a tour to loch ness today which started at 8 am. so i slept in my clothes had no time to brush my teeth or change caught a taxi early in the morning and made it to the tour 1 minute b4 departure. the hostel dudes asked me if i was the one who vomited everywhere. #
i flat out lied and said no. when i got back here tonight i found a clean bucket next to my bed.
yeah. i find it lucky, embarrassing, and humorous all at once.
i think i might drop off a thank u note to the guy who saved my ass last night. whoever he was.
man.. i got so drunk last night and i didn't mean to. i had a long day just walking around and then i stopped at a bar for a quick pint. i read for awhile then some older local dude said i should come sit with everyone at the bar. so i did. and i hung out with a bunch of scottish guys ranging in age from 26 to 47. beers were flowing... some of which were purchased for me. conversations were good. the one dude who invited me over kept putting change in the jukebox so i could hear whatever i wanted. we joked around a lot. it was great fun. i actually felt like i was meeting people..well, cuz i was. except i got sooooooooooo drunk. i told a ewan macgregor look a like that he could come visit me in canada for free and when i realized he was married i said they could both come visit. tom, the 47 yr old, is a tour bus driver who majored in english and history. he had a great sense of humour and we were cracking jokes about how no matter whatever happens in like... "never lose your sense of humour." well tom was great except then he started flirting with me and telling me he liked me and trying to get me to kiss him. yeah. he was pretty harmless ...and the female bartenders said he was harmless and regular. he just got annoying... and a lil territorial... like i was out for a smoke with some younger guys and he was like... come back in and talk to me...etc. i was like, what the hell...? the other guys were like yeah, scottish men are territorial. so i stopped paying so much attention to him although we still chatted.
YESTERDAY: PART 2
I had to book a room at a different hostel yestderday morning cuz the hostel i was at was full. the hostel i was meant to head to last night was a bit of a walk away so i left my big backpack in storage at the old hostel for the day. conveniently, the arcade... the bar i went to in the afternoon, which i didn't leave until 1am or so, was located just across the street. except i didn't leave the bar until 1am. i was totally drunk... and i still had to transfer my bag acorss town to a hostel i didn't know. Luckily, a Canadian guy who worked at both hostels recognized me and he said he had to go to that hostel anyway. so... we left together...he got my bag, carried it for me, paid for a taxi to get us to the hosetl. and he even checked me in cuz i was too drunk. yeah, and then i fell on the floor at the entrance doorway to the hostel. the guy had to take me to my room and show me my bed. no funny business, just a stand up guy who saved my ass. then i felt queasy... and i couldn't find the bathroom. so i ran down the hallway into the stairwell and puked everywhere. did i mention that this hostel used to be a church and so it still has all the lovely architecture and interior decor. yeah...then i was too disoriented to find my room again so i had to go to the front desk and get them to show me where it was.
THIS MORNING:
the guy at the front desk came in to wake me at 7:45 am cuz i guess the other guy who brought me to the hostel somehow remembered i had to be somewhere early this morning. so i even got a wake up call which is excellent cuz my phone battery (which is also my alarm) is dead and i had paid £30 for a tour to loch ness today which started at 8 am. so i slept in my clothes had no time to brush my teeth or change caught a taxi early in the morning and made it to the tour 1 minute b4 departure. the hostel dudes asked me if i was the one who vomited everywhere. #
i flat out lied and said no. when i got back here tonight i found a clean bucket next to my bed.
yeah. i find it lucky, embarrassing, and humorous all at once.
i think i might drop off a thank u note to the guy who saved my ass last night. whoever he was.