More Madness

Welcome to my world;

I have, currently, one Portugese, two Americans, two Danish, one British and one other Dutch person sleeping over at my house. Normally I have someone come in once a week to clean my house, but since my entire living room is one large bed at the moment, and my guests are trying very hard to remain drunk throughout their entire stay while maintaining an air of cultural sophistication by visiting musea and such. The latter is a terribly nice experience, people are either giggling like young schoolgirls getting condoms handed out in biology class, or they’re clutching their head in anguish, pain and suffering like a heroin addict trying to get by on their daily dose of government funded methadon distribution.

During all of this, I am trying to get by on 3 to 4 hours of sleep a night, and working a full workday the next day. You see, with the introduction of the Euro on a couple of days from now, certain things I work on need to be upgraded, maintained and regulated rather strictly. This means no vacation for poor ole me. It sucks.

Last night our little group of people stumbled into my house after a few hours of powerdrinking. We didn’t have all that much time as we left my house at 1:00 am to have “a small beer” at a local pub. Determined to get completely hammered, one of my friends went from 0 to 60 in 0.037 seconds and most of them joined in rather quickly. So by the time we got home it was about 3:30 am and two of them decided to raid my fridge of it’s alcoholic beverages. My fridge held a couple of cans of Guinness which they quite aptly killed in a matter of minutes. When I pulled out a bottle of Bacardi that I still had laying around for emergencies just like this one; I was received like the fucking messiah, complete with chanting and everything. It was about 4:30 am when I went to bed…I woke up at 8:00 am to go to work again.


…at least I had a bunch of fun! :)

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