Mitch has done a runner for the Costa Rican border by the time I’ve woken up. Probably a very wise move. I find myself still here, persuaded to stay at least one more night by a nice bunch of folk and the promise of a massive party in the evening. Added to this if I stay an extra day, a friend has very kindly said he would drive me back to Granada. What can you do eh? Twisted my arm.
As you would expect, it’s a lazy day, and a crazy night. Yet I still manage to do something incredibly stupid. I’ve picked a guy up off the floor at the party who is so messy he just pitches forward onto his face. Then for much of the night I’m talking with a lovely girl who is totally not interested. I then spend a good length of time propping the smashed dude up while everyone else is having fun. After this I walk a couple of girls back into town, where I can’t find anyone. When I reach my hostel, I find myself alone.
Really? How much does this actually suck? There I am, staring at the empty space in front of me, a beer in one hand and for some reason a cigar in the other. Which is pretty horrible. I then decide to head back into town by myself. Which is pretty stupid.
I’m not sure if I have a death wish at the moment, or I’m generally being just a total plonker. I’m going for the latter. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, and I think that’s much of my problem. As I stride purposefully on, I see various friends escorting the opposite sex home. Was I trying to get that at the end of the night? Was I out looking for this guy that started on me? Was I just really drunk and needed to go to bed?
Where’s Wally? (or Waldo?)
Mitch has done a runner for the Costa Rican border by the time I’ve woken up. Probably a very wise move. I find myself still here, persuaded to stay at least one more night by a nice bunch of folk and the promise of a massive party in the evening. Added to this if I stay an extra day, a friend has very kindly said he would drive me back to Granada. What can you do eh? Twisted my arm.
As you would expect, it’s a lazy day, and a crazy night. Yet I still manage to do something incredibly stupid. I’ve picked a guy up off the floor at the party who is so messy he just pitches forward onto his face. Then for much of the night I’m talking with a lovely girl who is totally not interested. I then spend a good length of time propping the smashed dude up while everyone else is having fun. After this I walk a couple of girls back into town, where I can’t find anyone. When I reach my hostel, I find myself alone.
Really? How much does this actually suck? There I am, staring at the empty space in front of me, a beer in one hand and for some reason a cigar in the other. Which is pretty horrible. I then decide to head back into town by myself. Which is pretty stupid.
I’m not sure if I have a death wish at the moment, or I’m generally being just a total plonker. I’m going for the latter. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, and I think that’s much of my problem. As I stride purposefully on, I see various friends escorting the opposite sex home. Was I trying to get that at the end of the night? Was I out looking for this guy that started on me? Was I just really drunk and needed to go to bed?
It’s all different in the daylight isn’t it?