Today was a lazy day. I stood in my room the whole day long. Obviously I'm tired of doing nothing and decided to eat. Then I thought "there's beer in the fridge..." so I started drinking. And now I'm trying really hard to write the correct English here...
Some points have to be made sure before I start anything.
- I am drunk already
- I am writing in English because the keyboard sucks and because of the first point
- I am not writing about my trip itself because the effect of the alcohol would be long passed (since I don't have that much beer) before I finish it
- I do not care if my English is not good enough, people can read and understand it and one could point out the alcohol as a cause of it too
- I do have a lot of things to do, I just don't feel like doing them
- I do not have any pictures of what I am about to tell (actually they are in the Mexican girl photo machine)
Settled these points, let's get to the real thing.
August 1st. 11:30pm. Manzara Restaurant. It all starts here. Actually, not exactly...
Some information about the environment: I am currently working in a restaurant as a kitchen potter. In this restaurant we are 5 Brazilians, 2 Mexicans, 5 or 6 Argelians and 2 or 3 Turkish (curiously the restaurant is Turkish).
Ok, it was the birthday of one of the Brazilians waitresses and we decided to have a party there. The only thing is that we had it Mexican style.
By the end of the sift we started to drink beers. At least me, 2 other Brazilians and the Mexican girl. After that the only guys in the party were the birthday girl and her boyfriend, me and 2 other Brazilians, 2 Mexicans, the Turkish owner and an Argelian guy. So we decided to drink Tequila. That was very cool. Everybody had 2 or 3 shots maximum. Except for the Argelian guy who didn't drink, the Mexican guy (who drank half of the bottle) and me. After it was finished (we ran out of lemon and Tequila), we just stayed there for a couple of hours talking and drinking wine...
We had a really good time there.
Now, when we left, the party started! The fact that I was already too wasted to remember anything doesn't stopped me from doing everything.
*From now on, everything is based on people telling me what a hell happened*
*Everything was done with the company of the really cool Mexican guy, the Mexican girl and a Brazilian girl*
- Singing a stupid song in the buses at 3:30 am at full lungs
- People not liking us because of the singing (I honestly don't think I sing that bad...)
- People that knew us in the bus told half of London what we were doing (and people already are telling me that they know what we did last Friday...)
- Going out in the bar and buying even more beers
- Getting a chair from... somewhere....
- Getting loud at my room at 4:30 am and sleeping on the floor
- Getting the toilet dirty, destroying the bath curtains and, unfortunately, one rug didn't survive
- Losing a chunk of hair
- Hangover at the entire following 2 days at work
Now, what would you expect from 5 cans of beer, 6 shots of Tequila and 1 glass of wine?!?
Goddamn wine...
Anyway, we got a new chair for our house (which we suspect has bugs on it). I didn't get fired (yet) for basically not working properly the 2 days. I wasn't kicked out of the room for the noise and the toilet (yet).
And, as an orkut community says "Whatever I don't remember, did not happen" I just guess this was a mass hallucination and nothing really happened.
= Listening to Oasis - Wonderwall and some other stuff like Motorhead =
+ See http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QFtEYMsnck&feature=related +
Seeya.
