Weekend Review

With the weight of a paper lifted from my shoulders, it was easy to stand up straight and run towards a relaxing, stress free weekend, one free of temper tantrums.  And it was exactly that, amazing what can happen with you stop being a bitch long enough to enjoy a night out.

The best nights happen when they aren't planned, when you don't spend 10 hours getting ready, and when you add tequila.  The same cannot be said for tequila the next morning.  I don't drink tequila, but I think we get along lately, it might be the salt I get to lick off my hand before each shot, I would like to eat plan salt randomly but adding the shot makes me look less like a tard.  Thursday-Sunday, were all random, they were all set to be a "grab a quick drink" kind of nights, yet somehow turned into drunken surprise nights of fun!

Thursday:  I opted to leave half of my paper unfinished for a quick beer...I could write it later than night or the next day, I had plenty of time.  Happy hour turned into 3 bars, multiple shots of tequila, and double fisting cider with Ashley and Jose.  Jose is a badass, Lebanese, Equador passport holding, Amsterdam resident, who knows everyone and everything about any European city.  He is way too cool, in a innocent womanizing, clubbing, event planner in Hong Kong/India/EVERYWHERE, kind of way...For some reason he thinks Ash and I are entertaining.  It may be because the night ended with a 9 minute video of me talking/stealing/making funny faces while Ash fell asleep in her noodles.  Don't worry Mom, I just stole a weird one finned fish statue, it looked odd in the restuarant anyway, he is much happier on my shelf!

Friday:  I met Beni for a drink in East London aka the Capital of Albania.  Quiet drinks with my boyfriend turned into 3 Albanians and I speeding in a Lexus to central London.  I called for American backup, I needed someone to talk to all night....in english!  The Americans and our dancing machines went clubbin'.....a collective 500 pounds were spent....shots shots shots....dancing....shots shots shots...dancing....shots shots shots....stumbling.  4am seemed like a reasonable time to leave and by 5am we were drinking coffee with Big Brother and drunk eating.  With Big Brother off to bed, it was time for drunk sex and by 8am we were out of condoms and energy

Saturday:  Dinner and a movie with Ash from Kentucky and by 11 I was ready for bed.  I told Beni to meet me at the station, so we could go to his house to sleep.  His cousins thought better of an early bedtime.  I walked out of the station to be greeted by him and two others (2 more were waiting at the bar).  And like that I was picked up and carried to a bar, literally.  When that closed we walked to another with a band.  Along the way, I became the stand in girlfriend for the drunkest of the cousins, a role I played up for emphasis.  We walked to Stratford, me and 3 drunk boys.  a 15 minute walk filled with your mom jokes and whos dick is bigger contests. Unfortunately it wasn't a real measuring contest....first it was pull ups on the construction scaffle, then it was jumping road blocks, and then it was running....  I was way behind when they started pulling me on to the dance floor, they had 5 hours of Jack Daniels on me, so I did my best with tequila.  By 1 am I was dancing with the bar...not on the bar...

Sunday:  Slept late, sex, coffee, sex, shower, nap, sex, kebabs, coffee, nap, sex, pizza.....pretty much a perfect sunday, all that's missing is some NFL.