Feeling like death warmed up this morning. Last night I was very excited to check out a large outdoor club near the mountains, I imagined the booze flowing, the girls dancing, the electronic music pumping.
Instead, the booze flowed far too hard (pouring warm fernet into my mouth and chasing with coke – disgusting) to start the evening, I don’t remember anything about the club or any girls, and I spent most of the night sitting and puking, followed by getting kicked out.
I also remember asking Vicki from the language school for a hug, then the French girl with a boyfriend for a hug. They both looked at me like I had some terrible flesh eating disease.
Absolute and utter failure. I will attempt to sleep off this awful feeling, and have a fun night tonight without getting smashed.
