A long dazed journey into night
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Today is the day after one of Uppsalas biggest parties, the last of April or Valborgsmässoafton (old pagan rituals, burning fires to scare off the witches, I believe). It being so, it is also the day after I got embarrassingly drunk. Like the stupid kid in a candy store I can be around alcohol, I went to far again. Fell asleep far to early, which resulted in me and my mates spending the evening at my place, generally just sobering up and talking.
But that was yesterday. And this is today. I am having gut-wrenching anxiety about the complete idiocy of the thing. I SHOULD know better. I SHOULD've learned by now. But, nooooo. I guess it couldve been worse. The only bad things I did was dance around and talk in a stupid (Borat) voice, shout a bit, and loose my friends train-tickets (which he cleverly stored in a plastic bag containing beer bottles that may or may not have been emptied). I also picked up some useless junk in my drunken cleptomaniacal way: a comb, a bag from with the logo of a swedish magazine, Solo, written on it, and a blood alcohol level of 45 %..
so I am mortally ashamed, my soul feels like its been slapped across the cheek.
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The day was good however. I was wellbehaved for most of it. We spent it first sitting in the Ekonomikum park, having a Max lunch (best veggie-burger) and some whine. Then we did a little loop-di-loop thing, going into town centre for a coffee and a toilet break, rounding up some of Å(friend who was here)'s friends, returning a few hours back in the park. There we sat down for about 4 hours, just chatting away with her friends, their friends, some italians walking by, someones brother, some spanish people walking by, etc. By the end of this sitting, I had reached some sort of new peak of drunkenness, unheard of before. We decided to pop back home for a pizza dinner and a change before preceeding to a party or barbecue somewhere. Most of this time is rememberd by me in flashes. Stumbling along the sidewalk. Wrapping the picnic blanket around me. By the time we'd had pizza, I went into my room for something and promtly fell asleep. My friends, with big hearts, didn't seem to mind that this state would mean (by my choice) that we wouldn't be going to any barbecue. I tried to usher them away to have fun with the other guys from the park, but the kind gentle creatures stayed on at my place. We ended up just chatting for some 4 more hours, me drinking copious amounts of water to replenish what must've been an almost empty stock.
It was a fantastic day. I met some really nice people. But I still feel soo bad for being such a sponge when it comes to alcohol..
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Evening is upon me, and I'll just watch simpsons till I fall asleep.
Goodnight.
3 comments:
Haha, så farligt var det inte, jag tyckte inte att du var det minsta pinsam. Förstår att du känner dig lite så, hade själv en kort stund då farbror Ågren hälsade på, som så ofta när jag har varit på turné i Uppsala. Men, för att summera; tror att vi sysselsatte oss med vår beskärda del av dumheter alla tre o det var hur som helst en härlig dag. Att umgås m dig är alltid kul o Å är verkligen en härlig tjej så allt var helt enkelt oångrbart. :)
Nej, det var väl inte det. Ibland undrar jag hur mycket av den där känslan som kan komma som är helt strikt biokemisk och hur mycket som är baserad på psykologi.
Det VAR fantastiskt kul. Nog det absolut roligaste sen du var här sist, då farbror simpson underhöll fenomenalt.
Oj vad jag känner igen det där. Uppsala, valborg, ekonomikum, allt som går överstyr... Saknade detta iår!! Trots bieffekterna som följer dagen efter, i form av det du beskrev... :)
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