Nice weekend.
Geez, sometimes my life sucks.
Ok, let me see... Friday I went to College St. to see the parede. It was crauded with smelly people and for my mood the must interesting thing there was the donkeies and horses. I prefered rather spent my time riding the bike with my friend, been a boy again. Back home, I spent the evening watching some movies that I'd download from the net with my friend. But we wasn't in the mood for that specific kind of movie (Lost in Translation, not bad at all), and I was pretty bored. So, I had that beautiful idea "Let's start to drink!". While my friend was calling a friend of us, I drunk a glass of Gekkeikan, that nice Japanese wine of plum... and a glass of tequila. After that, we went to ours friend's house, withi lemon juice and tequila in the bag. There, I drunk almost half a bottle of tequila, plus a bottle of bear then I was done, hammered... I wish I could upload the clip for you guys see... well, the pictures probably can give you an idea of how it was.
At least it remembered me why I'm so tightly controled with alcohol...
Saturday was interesting: I didn't got the hangover that I expected (to say the truth, I rarely get hangovers at all), just feeling kinda tired. A friend called us to go snowboarding, so, at 14:30hs, we started the trip to Blue Montain. Down there, almost just grounded ice, instead snow... bad news. We started snowboarding, with me back to the "Big Baby" (hey, it was just my second time!). In the Waterfall, no way to find my friends, so I played the "lone wolf" during a looooong time. My legs were so fucked up that I had to ride 15, 20 meters and stop with cramps... yeah, I'm getting old. Danm it! Well, before my last ride (I was too tired), I was found by my friends and we decided to do a last ride together, before they go take a break for a coffe, strech and easy the pain of the falls... we start it , and my best friend decided to do something funny: get very close, make some fun and pass. Only problem was that he got bloody close, I get nervous and tried to breake a little to give him room to go through... and I hooked his foot with my board.
Ok, to make a long story short, his wrist still swollen and maybe broken.
Oh, my.
LA
Geez, sometimes my life sucks.
Ok, let me see... Friday I went to College St. to see the parede. It was crauded with smelly people and for my mood the must interesting thing there was the donkeies and horses. I prefered rather spent my time riding the bike with my friend, been a boy again. Back home, I spent the evening watching some movies that I'd download from the net with my friend. But we wasn't in the mood for that specific kind of movie (Lost in Translation, not bad at all), and I was pretty bored. So, I had that beautiful idea "Let's start to drink!". While my friend was calling a friend of us, I drunk a glass of Gekkeikan, that nice Japanese wine of plum... and a glass of tequila. After that, we went to ours friend's house, withi lemon juice and tequila in the bag. There, I drunk almost half a bottle of tequila, plus a bottle of bear then I was done, hammered... I wish I could upload the clip for you guys see... well, the pictures probably can give you an idea of how it was.
At least it remembered me why I'm so tightly controled with alcohol...
Saturday was interesting: I didn't got the hangover that I expected (to say the truth, I rarely get hangovers at all), just feeling kinda tired. A friend called us to go snowboarding, so, at 14:30hs, we started the trip to Blue Montain. Down there, almost just grounded ice, instead snow... bad news. We started snowboarding, with me back to the "Big Baby" (hey, it was just my second time!). In the Waterfall, no way to find my friends, so I played the "lone wolf" during a looooong time. My legs were so fucked up that I had to ride 15, 20 meters and stop with cramps... yeah, I'm getting old. Danm it! Well, before my last ride (I was too tired), I was found by my friends and we decided to do a last ride together, before they go take a break for a coffe, strech and easy the pain of the falls... we start it , and my best friend decided to do something funny: get very close, make some fun and pass. Only problem was that he got bloody close, I get nervous and tried to breake a little to give him room to go through... and I hooked his foot with my board.
Ok, to make a long story short, his wrist still swollen and maybe broken.
Oh, my.
LA
but I'm glad you think parts of me are sexy!
Sowwie!