The following was written after Michele and I got back from the Basement Bar in our hostel. I make no promises that it will make any sense or be funny to anyone else besides me and Michele.
Michele is drunk. So am I. Tonight was fun. The wind is howling.
This entry will make no sense and I am skipping spaces. Michele is
writing how she thinks I am a good dancer
(I wasn't making this up. She was.)
I am not. Krista, Annie and Brittney are great dancers. I am mediocre.
Tonight was fun. (Yes I said that twice.)Exactly what I was looking for on a Saturday night in Wellington.
First we went to bar with no atmosphere with a man who sucked and hit
on us and made no sense. But good drinks. Then we went to the
Basement bar and got drunk. Michele got drunk first. (After this I cannot descipher my own writing for a little while.)
It is still loud outside. The party is still going on. Michele
said....I don't know what she said she interrupted me. She just took
video of me dancing which no one but Kristen will see. (This had better be true as I will kill Michele otherwise.)
I miss Kristen. Why isn't she here? Stupid. We should all plan a trip
together. I miss all three of us together. But I doubt I will ever
move back to SF. So Sad. So happy now. (It becomes more incoherent at this point. This entry is almost worse than leaving messages on someone's phone when you drunk dial.)
Michele is out of pictures. Silly her. Bed now. Everyone will
laugh at this writing (as it is so stupid.) Especially if
they could see my writing. (You wouldn't be able to read it if you could see my writing.)
End of drunken ramblings.Posted by nuala at December 03, 2005 04:07 PM