PARTIES. PARTIES EVERYWHERE.

I have three essays all due at around the same time. I could outline them right now, get a nice little head start on my reading for tuesday, maybe work on a presentation. But I choose to blog! That's a good idea. I won't regret this tomorrow.

The past four days were intense, and I think that aided in my ability to contract another Tahoe grade (TM) ear infection. But the parties were worth it.

THE FOUR DAYS OF PARTIES

The first night was Wednesday, where I drank a glass of wine while looking at Facebook. Ayesha called me to meet her at Teviot. I instead walked to Bedlam (stupid limp), which took me twice as long as it should have. One of the disadvantages of a bus--it lulls you into a false sense of security. Ayesha was wearing her awesome hat and she told me about boys as we walked 45 minutes to the destination. At first, we were awkward, being the capoeira newbies, but then rum came and it wasn't quite as awkward! I got into this really deep conversation about Texas with a Glaswegian named Owen, and ended up bringing home Ayesha's awesome hat. I still have it. I ended up having to take a cab home because it was a very long way home, and I was not exactly in the state of mind to navigate.

For a hangover cure I did what the Polish girl told me! I made an egg in a basket and had a shot of pepper vodka. That's pepper in the vodka--not pepper flavored vodka. It was vile! But it made up for the night. I also had a glass of water. We had meant to have the next party at Rory's, but it ended up at my place because everyone was so much closer. I had a rip roaring good time, going to bed before it was cleaned up, but then everyone cleaned up anyway! They are so nice. I love them.

THE THIRD DAY was not really a party so much as another get together with a lot of alcohol and funny stories in Slovenian. At one point, I got a massage from said Slovenian, while everyone else watched Adventuretime.

The fourth and final day was just a "let's all crash in Callie's pad whilst Fraser has chicken pakora to sober up" kind of day. I ended up imbibing some of what Calum gave me, while on antibiotics. This was a bad plan, which resulted in my staying in bed all day long, eating pot-o-noodles and drinking tea. Also, all my flatmates went clubbing, got back at 3 AM, and turned everything upside down.

I want a theme party. I'm thinking I'll invite all the Americans I know over to my flat and have it be themed "AMERICA: F@CK YEAH". I am the only one who really uses the flat to its full potential. I wonder why.