LOVEly DAY

Yesterday I was in our Valentine's party. I tried to decorate but then I remembered that one of our friends is afraid of balloons. So there was maybe 30 bucks lost in heart shapped balloons. So, thank you very much.

I confess I planned this party along with my friend with the exclusive purppose of getting drunk. So when I arrived she, darling, made me dinner. I haven’t eaten mash potatoes for ages! I love that lovely bitch.

First, this crazy girl, friend o a friend, made us a weird super sweet drink with strawberries. Wich I had maybe three.

Then, I proudly say that I made us fancy cute vodka coctails with orange juice, orange sirope, a bit of lemon and fruits in little squares.

In the middle of the nigth the father of my friend arrived with some friends, and they wanted to listen to music. So we had to hear this amazing assemble called "Forever alone 2 - Dad".

Late at night some other friends arrived, they are students of audiovisual arts, and I mention this because they started to watch some movies. When this happens, for me, it's a clear sign that the party is going in a highway to hell. I got really pissed off. It's like I, to every party, read the newspapper out loud for everybody to hear me and then lead a objective debate about the inverted pyramid. What the actual fuck... it's a PARTY not a goddamn movie forum.

So I sat in the balcony forever alone for a while until some other friends got sick of watching selected scenes and joined me in the, what I like to call, VIP chamber to continue the party.

And there, in the VIP chamber, started the tequila rounds... while we were listening to some industrial metal. Oh yeah...

After that we had some piña coladas because the tequila went out. I gotta say, piña coladas brings the queer out of anybody, so we dance every fucking song we heard for the couple hours. All the single ladies, Missy Elliot, My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult, Whip my hair, Lady Gaga, NIN...

And after the piña coladas, more tequila! Maybe at 3 a.m. we went to sleep when suddenly my brother, my very ddrunk brother, got up totally scared screaming "What's going on?" and "Where am I?", without me to notice he called my mother and in despair told her that he had no idea where he was. I took the phone from him, called my mom again and told her that he was wasted, but that doesn't help anyways; all my family was up and worried. That was definetly the end of it.

I must say I acomplished my goal for the nigth. By midnight I was pretty much drunk.