Remember my first post and on consistency Paturnie to keep a diary? Well, it is ironic that the fact of not having a great social life that makes the diary almost completely superfluous, while resenting deprives you of the time for him. And worse still, after two weeks, I'm sure I'll end up forget to tell a lot of things and stoves ... maybe I should start taking notes. What a sad fate. Wow. After this careful thought, here I am. I'm still alive, but mostly I have a lot to do and say.
But let's start from the beginning. On 4 July. All in all, patriotic Americans will not do anything particularly worthy of comment or anthropological geezer, it's nice that try to dress in the colors of the flag (girls especially are a triumph of dresses and bows in her hair ... some competing trees Christmas). As for the festivities, there is the classic barbecue with family or friends: I could even choose, as the hosts had invited us all to participate in them and then some of my colleagues had organized a party at home to which they had invited all the staff ... too bad that as Fortunella are, I had the evening shift. Then nothing. But we had fun that night, about nine o'clock, and something we did evacuate the store and watched the fireworks on the beach eating cupcakes patriotic that the manager (treasury, she) had brought us. Once you've finished your turn, we quickly changed and went to celebrate for a bit 'at a bar together. The strange thing here is that all the places close at 2 am categorically. I can not say whether it is a cunning ploy or counterproductive, but the fact is that I saw several people rather tipsy. I confess, ashes on his head, to be so I was leaving, but it's not my fault! E 'success that we took them all a Long Island, on the advice of F, one of the girls in Ireland. M (Italian) and I have appreciated, but G and I continued to sip MOOLTO with little enthusiasm (do not ask why they have it made, since F had they made the first try!). The fact is that when, by both, I was offered half of them drink my instinct-waste fire and ... well, two drinks on an empty stomach like that are not exactly light. But I was mentally lucid, just a little 'wobbly! I promise! And then they were so good, I cried my heart to leave!
In any event, two in the morning it was literally kicked out, so we headed first to SevenEleven, where we opted for chips and salsa to sink, and then to the house where he lived most of my colleagues. There we sat on the porch, we chatted, and then brushed the chips, about 4, I decided it was a case of get on the bike and me a few hours of sleep since the morning after work. I only say that I was not so very bright when I came back, but I can proudly say that I have not hood!
Another event worthy of note is that a couple of weeks ago Mad and Cook are gone! Yay! Oh, happy day! And as a farewell present, to leave a beautiful memory, before we have pulled from the fridge! Lol. Not bad, now the atmosphere at home is much more relaxed, although a bit 'in no time I pass this part ... and for goodness sake! In fact cinesine that have taken the place of my former roommates are two types a bit 'filthy. Sigh. You can not have everything, I agree, but the shower is really kind ... there seems to be a yeti after he rolled past in the mud! I continue to ask you to give a clean, but the message enters on one side and out the other.
Now I have to be brave and face this shower, then I leave you with some photos from July 4 and the promise of a post, in an undefined future.
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