Adriane: Weekend Worries

We happened to have school off last monday - and so we decided to have a cheese and wine night at my friend Henry's apartment on the Sunday before. Henry is gay. I didn't believe him when he first said it but so he is. And now it just seems so obvious to me, heh. So it was me, the girls and Henry. Despite the fact that it was a wine night I brought beer - because I'd been to lazy to get any wine on saturday and beer was all I had. This was, in the beginning, a great plan. Then all of the sudden it was share & care, and there was wine here and wine there. I was going to sleep over at Henry's place anyway - so I didn't have to worry about my dad finding out I'd been drinking.

As you may have expected, I ended up a little drunk. Little is not an understatement - I wasn't dead blackout drunk, there's just parts that I, ehr, don't remember. For example that I called my friend's father. I mean sure, drunk phonecalls are bad in themselves but my friends fucking father? Yes so I'm friends with his dad too - when I was younger we had an apartment in our house that we rented out and he stayed there, with his son coming over at weekends. So I know them pretty well, can one say.

Now this hadn't been so bad if it hadn't been for the fact that I didn't remember it! Even when they mentioned it, I was like "huh?" So I got worried, what the fuck had I said? And I don't like when grown ups know that I'm drinking. He was understandable though - his comment next day was "don't worry. Been there, done that. Hahhaaha." And luckily, our conversation had only been like this:

Me: Hi, is Chris (my friend) there?
Chris' father: ehr no he left already
Me: okay.

But good lord, when I first got to know that I'd been calling around I was like PANIC! (No, not at the disco, gosh.)

Another good story from Sunday is when the clock was moving towards 12, and we took a cab down to the city with our friends who weren't staying over (haha, we were four people in the back seat!) And then we dropped into a cafè/bar thing. It was Sunday so I suppose they weren't that golly about the security and we came easily in. It was me, Henry and Danielle. Danielle just turned 18 (me and Henry are 17) so she were going to buy three bears for us. This went all okay, no proble, but when she was paying she INSISTED on showing ID. "I just have to show ID, I've never had to do it before, so annoying" And the guy was like, "sure, okay". Then he looked at her ID and said: "Ehr, but you have to be 20 to get in here!".

Haha, so she got us kicked out, but at least we were allowed to drink up our beers. Sucks.