This weekend was quite exceptional for me. I had 3 parties, with 2 in a roll on Saturday. I'm usually not a party girl. Apparently the 3 parties fell on the same weekend, 1) pre-Christmas celebration with the badminton gang 2)TF's birthday party 3)DV's farewell party
I have a few random thoughts from each of these evenst. But probably I'll go for something negative first.
TF's birthday party started pretty late. That's like after 9pm. If I didn't come from a party before this, I would really felt reluctant to go because that's just a little too late for me to start the night. I usually don't feel like going out and coming home late at night. I just don't feel safe especially they are too many drunk people on weekends. Anyway, the first pre-Christmas party ended close to 8pm. I had enough time to get to TF's apartment. I got there a little past 9pm and I was actually the few early birds. Hey, I shouldn't expect the bunch of Greeks to arrive earlier than asked. *lol*
I only had a little munching because I was stuffed from the previous party. It was close to 10pm when everyone arrived. I met some of TF's Greek friends on his last birthday. But I only remembered one of their names. It's good that MB came too to dilute out the Greek population there. But still we were the three minorities there. *lol*
I was exhausted from the day and was dozing off while they were singing and chatting with some kind of music (which's not my type obviously). I wanted to leave early but felt really bad coz I knew they had plans to stay up the whole night for some dancing at some club. I decided not to join them. Hey, I just have passed the clubbing age. I looked at my watch. Geez, it's already past 1am. I really needed to go. I left together with MB and her b0yfriend.
On our way to the metro, we walked past some discos and pubs, many were drunk. It was freezing cold outside (around 17F). And it was even snowing. What were these people doing? There were long queues getting into the clubs. Many drunk people were shouting and screaming along the streets. MB and I got freaked out and increased our pace. We finally got to the entrance of the metro station. PNNNG. What's that sound? We turned and saw 2 people hugging together fell on the ground. They were completely drunk and funny was they were surrounded by other drunk people who were just half conscious too.
MB and her boyfriend got off one stop later for changing line and I remained on the same metro. There were a bunch of drunken youngster hitting the window of the metro. And they thought they were so cool. I was glad that they got off after a few stations without losing their mind and started some fight. I don't understand why these people think it's so cool to be drunk? First of all, the ethanol is harming our precious liver function. The hangover feeling is terrible and lasts a while. Plus being drunk will not make you any happier at all. Yet still there are so many people who drink and drink and become blind drunk. No wonder every weekend morning whenever I get off from any metro station, I can smell ammonia. You know what I mean?
Phew! I arrived home safely at 1.30am. I was utterly exhausted. I have never enjoyed night life. I prefer to hide under my comfy blanket and sleep. This feeling is even stronger now. It must be the sign. Yeah, I'm getting old.
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