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.
ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!
i'm going to sell that video of her dancing to anyone willing to pay. it is HOT. (sorry rosemary).
It is not hot. It is me drunk dancing around like an idiot. Which any of you could see if you get enough drinks in me.
i miss you guys! i wish i was there! even if it would mean being filmed dancing or having my parts referred to as a "front bottom." someday soon we will go somewhere all 3 of us. so it is written.
I'll pay to see it.
somehow that does not surprise me.
we're coming home today!!!
(how much will you pay?)
I am interested in seeing this, but my money might be tied up in medical expenses for my soon-to-be-wounded balls. Do you offer an installemnt plan?
i could kick you in the balls in installment plan too.
i was re-reading this and remembered something which i found very funny at the time. in the middle nuala writes, "it is still loud outside", at some point that night she also opened our windows which looked out over courtney place and then yelled, really, really yelled, "LOUD!" and slammed the windows shut again. i was aghast. being much less drunk at this point than she was. ha! good times.
"hello, this is the management. could you girls keep it down?"
RUDE!
Did I really open the window and yell, "Loud!"? I remember saying it was really loud but I do not remember screaming Loud out the window. I think you make it up.
no, you really did that.