Finally, after what has been roughly 3 weeks of non-stop activities, I have 5 minutes to myself. Small sigh of relief (Recovery is looking like a long road that I haven't had time to set off down...). It's really been quite the few weeks - I went up the coast with friends to let loose; was finally allowed into the big kids playground after celebrating my birthday up there; got home and celebrated several other friends coming of ages/going away parties/general Christmas parties; St Nicholas dropped by with some goodies; more partying; and then finally welcoming in the new year last night. It has been a drunken haze, to say the least, but spending the last few weeks with friends and family has been nothing short of spectacular.
A quick rehash of the important details:
- King of Beers
- Balderdash
- "I love Cuddly Bear, he's the cuddliest cuddly around", "Riverside Motherfucker".
- Singing every word that comes out of your mouth which later just merged to English accents.
- "Lip Sick Suck", Mexican Night, the painted Sombrero with little chickens on it (I'm guessing it was some small child's get-up from an Easter Hat Parade).
- We have successfully stolen Elle back from Germany
- We have lost Jessie and Alex to England.
- Shark Bar Tuesday and the "3am bus" that never was.
- Body painting
- And finally, the Epic NYE with almost everyone at the Trikoulis manner (fireworks are overrated).
Which brings us to now and my 5 minutes of peace before returning to the dance floor tomorrow night...
