FEST (The End) My body strikes back.
Every action has a reaction, every stupidity has a consequence that seems to be enlarged by God’s punishment… Saturday, my first attempt to wake up failed. I woke up around 3:00 pm, feeling not very bad, but now I have the theory that by that hour I was still drunk so the hangover was still waiting to get me. As soon as I woke up I did a fast damage evaluation, check every rooms and verified that everybody was alive. After fifteen minutes my body started to complain, so I decided to sleep it off… I think that was my last mistake.
Next time my eyes opened it was like 6:00 pm, everybody was so very happy, laughing an remembering the night before… I was wishing that someone would put a bullet in my head. My brother and “Dice” gave “SilentGuru” a ride to his house, and “Darkie” stayed to make sure I wouldn’t die. Sadly for me, I didn’t. I took a shower and started to feel better and by the time my brother and “Dice” came back (and after throwing up like a dozen of times) my stomach was feeling ready for some tacos. So the rest of went to eat something.
What sucked the most about this ugly day was that I wasn’t able to go to “SexyFuzz” concert (he is the leader in one of the coolest bands in GDL… and I am not just saying this because he is my friend). I called him to let him know, but still I let him down (later I found out that he was very sad because I didn’t invite him to my house over the weekend… but for my defense, it was “Dice” fault, I still didn’t called him, and that was wrong, but I didn’t because “Dice” told me that he had already talk to him and that “SexyFuzz” couldn’t make, which was, of course, not true)
Sunday was a normal day, my body trying to catch up the missing sleep and seeing Mariel in the afternoon, which was refreshing after having the worst day ever.
That is all for the so called “Puente” also known as “The long weekend of way too many things and most of the stupid”.
C’ya… take care and SAY TO NO VODKA!
NEVER!!!!!
Next time my eyes opened it was like 6:00 pm, everybody was so very happy, laughing an remembering the night before… I was wishing that someone would put a bullet in my head. My brother and “Dice” gave “SilentGuru” a ride to his house, and “Darkie” stayed to make sure I wouldn’t die. Sadly for me, I didn’t. I took a shower and started to feel better and by the time my brother and “Dice” came back (and after throwing up like a dozen of times) my stomach was feeling ready for some tacos. So the rest of went to eat something.
What sucked the most about this ugly day was that I wasn’t able to go to “SexyFuzz” concert (he is the leader in one of the coolest bands in GDL… and I am not just saying this because he is my friend). I called him to let him know, but still I let him down (later I found out that he was very sad because I didn’t invite him to my house over the weekend… but for my defense, it was “Dice” fault, I still didn’t called him, and that was wrong, but I didn’t because “Dice” told me that he had already talk to him and that “SexyFuzz” couldn’t make, which was, of course, not true)
Sunday was a normal day, my body trying to catch up the missing sleep and seeing Mariel in the afternoon, which was refreshing after having the worst day ever.
That is all for the so called “Puente” also known as “The long weekend of way too many things and most of the stupid”.
C’ya… take care and SAY TO NO VODKA!
NEVER!!!!!
1 Comments:
At 7:15 AM,
Anonymous said…
"Dice" talking: I think I deserve the right to defend myself, since what I told you was exactly what "SexyFuzz" told me... I find it unfair that you two judge me without talking to me to hear my point... sad thing.. more to know your point of view on that vick... :'(
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