Ya girl got drunk. This night was roughhhhh. Twas the first night I’ve seen my soon-to-be travel buddy, we’ll call him Mr. Butterwall. Details soon to come. Drunken duo soon became our name, because in addition to the free shots at every bar, he reinforced it with shots and a bottle. In between bars, I found a blonde German who managed to get my whatsapp. Not sure how that happened… Then, was reunited with the pub crawl leader, another Argentinian. Just a little bit of flirting and onto the next bar. I found the most beautiful Englishman with tattoos and bleach blonde hair. What color eyes? Mmm blue. This is where things got fuzzy because I don’t remember giving him my snapchat, but I received a message from him later that night. THEN, I vaguely remember making out with someone… it was Butterwall. Ha good times! Then, since we were downtown, I had to manage to get myself on the correct bus, get off on the right stop, and sleep into the house without waking the two chitlins and their parents. Well, according to the two bruises on my shins, step number one was a bit taller than my perception predicted. I did, however wake up in my bed. After feeling like death, and feeling certain that I was close to it, I started to fill in the blanks of last night. I found a conversation I have NO recollection from my beautiful English man that read: “Hey, looks like you had fun making out with that guy last night.” “That could’ve been you.” “Oh yeah? ;)” Then, Butterwall asked how bad my bus bruises were. What a night… Spaniards know how to party… and guess I’m trying to be one. I mean, residing there for nearly 3 months has to count for something, right? Customs rubbed off a tad. Did not get out of bed until 2 the next day. TWO! I’m a morning person so… that’s absurd! Tonight’s dessert, if you can hang, is Black and Blue. |
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