| well, i´ve been inspired by everyone else accounts of their parties and now will write one of my own.
The case in point being Vaca Loca (translation, Mad Cow) Saturday night see me heading out with a French man, a Mexican, a Polish Girl and a brasilian. So we arrive at the scene, the local rich as yacht club, at around midnight, just in time for things to start. So I´ll set the scene, Three separate open air dance floors, a clear night, free alcohol, free food, free sushi, plenty of extremely attractive brasilian women hehehehe. mmmm, so two whiskies and three beers sees me heading to the dance floor, thats gotta be a funny sight, bump into a friend of mine who thankfully provides me with an interesting little drug known as lançar parfume. That deserves more explanation but there will be another time for that. So I dance (like a dickhead) drink (a shitload) pickup (several times) and accasionally eat a little.
it Gradually gets light, and some of the weaker folk start to leave, thats when they bring out the blow up football field, spray with water and and soap and we start playing, half drunk, a little high, slightly tired. You can imagine its a funny sight. Covered in soap and dirt, it becomes apparent that we need to get clean, nothing better than jumping in the river!
returning to the dance floor, no shoes no shirt, a little sunburnt. The last Dj finishes his set, but we aint finished dancing yet, so we cheer him on until he plays an extra hour for us. We find a freind to give us a ride home, on the way out, steal an enormous beer poster. Get back to town, hit Maccas for a charge up on fat and salt, get to the house at around 1 pm, and finally, pass out.
Now all that remains is to push the soreness out of my aching body, and rest before i head travelling for a month, to the beaches of the Northeast.
Out. |
