Wherein I Get Nostalgic And Subsequently FREAK OUT
I spent the entire weekend holed up in El Retiro with my highschool friends, drinking, catching up, drinking, watching people make asses of themselves, drinking and generally whining over the fact that Rafis, Ricky, Salo and Pao are fucking off to some British or British-colonized country, too -- well, Ricky, Rafis and Salo are; Pao's just fucking off to another city.
This was ridiculously labelled our first "highschool reunion" ever by Comité and I had forgotten how fucking pathetic we all are when we're drunk (or sober, for that matter) together, but Ricky's, Rafis' and Alvaro's antics quickly reminded me. *snerk*
God, I've missed them.
So we checked off JuanDa, Sara O and Mejia last year. Ricky, Rafis and Salo are leaving next Thursday, which blows really hard, but such is life, I guess, and they need to learn English anyway. I still got Pao for eight more days.
Camilo and Toya refused to sleep on a fucking bed, despite the fact that there were beds available in both rooms, because apparently one was the "sex room" and the other one was the "drunks' room" and the smell bothered them, so they took MY couch.
MY. FUCKING. COUCH.
Mine!
I got them blankets and they fell asleep like good little drunkards. On my couch. Looking really gay, curled up against each other. On my couch.
Most of the girls took the rooms and the beds, like normal people, unlike Camilo and Toya, and Alvaro slept outside. Heheh...
Ricky, his brother and the fugly dude did not sleep. At all. I woke up at 10:30 AM and they were still stumbling about, singing, with two more halves (which they were intent on finishing that same day) stashed somewhere and a bottle of Canada Dry -- fuck! How do they do it?! Vega ended up having to drive them home.
In other news: The Daniel dude. He's pretty okay, except for the way he talks, but my ears are gonna make a superhuman effort to disregard his excruciatingly annoying accent because I actually like him. I think I might wanna pursue a long-term relationship with him, but I'm freaking the fuck out! FREAKING THE FUCK OUT LIKE WHOA!
I haven't been in a serious relationship in fucking [i]years[/i] (two years, I believe), mostly because they're a lot of work and I'm still incapable of keeping a measly cactus alive for more than a couple of weeks. I haven't done this in such a long time. I'm socially inept and emotionally stunted to start with, no matter what anybody says. What the fuck prompted me to get into this fucking mess?!?
Ahahah...I forgot the social protocol for this kind of situation, too, so I hope he calls.
Or maybe not.
We'll see.
This was ridiculously labelled our first "highschool reunion" ever by Comité and I had forgotten how fucking pathetic we all are when we're drunk (or sober, for that matter) together, but Ricky's, Rafis' and Alvaro's antics quickly reminded me. *snerk*
God, I've missed them.
So we checked off JuanDa, Sara O and Mejia last year. Ricky, Rafis and Salo are leaving next Thursday, which blows really hard, but such is life, I guess, and they need to learn English anyway. I still got Pao for eight more days.
Camilo and Toya refused to sleep on a fucking bed, despite the fact that there were beds available in both rooms, because apparently one was the "sex room" and the other one was the "drunks' room" and the smell bothered them, so they took MY couch.
MY. FUCKING. COUCH.
Mine!
I got them blankets and they fell asleep like good little drunkards. On my couch. Looking really gay, curled up against each other. On my couch.
Most of the girls took the rooms and the beds, like normal people, unlike Camilo and Toya, and Alvaro slept outside. Heheh...
Ricky, his brother and the fugly dude did not sleep. At all. I woke up at 10:30 AM and they were still stumbling about, singing, with two more halves (which they were intent on finishing that same day) stashed somewhere and a bottle of Canada Dry -- fuck! How do they do it?! Vega ended up having to drive them home.
In other news: The Daniel dude. He's pretty okay, except for the way he talks, but my ears are gonna make a superhuman effort to disregard his excruciatingly annoying accent because I actually like him. I think I might wanna pursue a long-term relationship with him, but I'm freaking the fuck out! FREAKING THE FUCK OUT LIKE WHOA!
I haven't been in a serious relationship in fucking [i]years[/i] (two years, I believe), mostly because they're a lot of work and I'm still incapable of keeping a measly cactus alive for more than a couple of weeks. I haven't done this in such a long time. I'm socially inept and emotionally stunted to start with, no matter what anybody says. What the fuck prompted me to get into this fucking mess?!?
Ahahah...I forgot the social protocol for this kind of situation, too, so I hope he calls.
Or maybe not.
We'll see.