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i guess if ryan´s writing about being drunk and silly, i will, too.
unbeknownst to me, i am REALLY crass when i´m drunk. i never realized this! i mean, i sort of did, i know i say fuck a lot, but then yesterday my voice was caught on tape, and the only things i said were:
¨someone´s fucking going in the fucking fountain¨
and
¨shit, i could take that shit.¨
and let it be known, friends, that i definitely could take that shit. shit.
uhhhhhhh so thursday night was THE night, where everyone napped until eleven p.m. (minus me) and then hauled ass out to the city streets because a major procession was happening at 3 am, another at 5 am, and then someone was supposed to get crucified at 11 am. so we started off drinking at this closed bar a friend works at, playing GET WRECKED drinking games and getting sufficiently wrecked. then to the streets, where an astonishing amount of time and alcohol went by without me realizing it, and then the sun came up and somehow more time went by. and i said more delightful things like, ¨i´ll fucking beat their motherfucking cobrasnake-lookin´asses.¨
which i did not do.
around eleven we were still drinking cuba libres out of a 2 liter coke bottle, so we decided to check out the crucifixion. but then we were devastated to discover that it wasn´t a real person getting crucified. so we got kind of belligerent about it and bailed. finally went home at around two in the afternoon, woke up at 7 pm with the foulest hangover to ever wreak havoc on my little belly, fell back asleep, woke up at 3:45 am still feeling destroyed, went back to sleep, and then was woken up by J and his girl at 7:45 am to go get the breakfast of champions. so now i´m showered and trying to wrap my head around the fact that friday didn´t actually happen for me. or rather, it exists as one sleep-infected hangover bomb. yeah, antigua!
J and i are going to write a series of travel books called ¨Places I´ve Stumbled.¨
um um um yeah
unbeknownst to me, i am REALLY crass when i´m drunk. i never realized this! i mean, i sort of did, i know i say fuck a lot, but then yesterday my voice was caught on tape, and the only things i said were:
¨someone´s fucking going in the fucking fountain¨
and
¨shit, i could take that shit.¨
and let it be known, friends, that i definitely could take that shit. shit.
uhhhhhhh so thursday night was THE night, where everyone napped until eleven p.m. (minus me) and then hauled ass out to the city streets because a major procession was happening at 3 am, another at 5 am, and then someone was supposed to get crucified at 11 am. so we started off drinking at this closed bar a friend works at, playing GET WRECKED drinking games and getting sufficiently wrecked. then to the streets, where an astonishing amount of time and alcohol went by without me realizing it, and then the sun came up and somehow more time went by. and i said more delightful things like, ¨i´ll fucking beat their motherfucking cobrasnake-lookin´asses.¨
which i did not do.
around eleven we were still drinking cuba libres out of a 2 liter coke bottle, so we decided to check out the crucifixion. but then we were devastated to discover that it wasn´t a real person getting crucified. so we got kind of belligerent about it and bailed. finally went home at around two in the afternoon, woke up at 7 pm with the foulest hangover to ever wreak havoc on my little belly, fell back asleep, woke up at 3:45 am still feeling destroyed, went back to sleep, and then was woken up by J and his girl at 7:45 am to go get the breakfast of champions. so now i´m showered and trying to wrap my head around the fact that friday didn´t actually happen for me. or rather, it exists as one sleep-infected hangover bomb. yeah, antigua!
J and i are going to write a series of travel books called ¨Places I´ve Stumbled.¨
um um um yeah