Golden Week

Ok, so it is Golden Week here which means 4 national holidays in a row. Usually I mope at home, but I have been doing my best to be a bit more social these days....and therefore...I have been talked into going clubbing. In turn, I have talked my ladyfriend into coming with me, so that I am not the only sober one. My liver is taking a respite while I get back into shape--I swear, I could feel it hating me earlier. Sober clubbing you say? Pshaw. Well, I needed an excuse to wear my new shoes somewhere, because I wore them to school once and now I think I have an unwanted legion of middle school boys as my fans. So, here we go:



I can't put the rest of this post up because I am sitting on my table with all the lights on. Why?

MOTHERFUCKING GODDAMN 3AM MUKADE CLIMB MY FUCKING LEG FUCKYOUYOUGODDAMNMOTHERASSSONOFA

UPDATE: I know that is a really long and out of character verbal barrage up there, but that is quite literally what I said when I looked down to see the mukade making his way up my leg. So, I am going to leave it in as my visceral reaction.

God, guys. I don't know if I can do justice to the last couple nights. And I am using a French keyboard, so it is taking me awhile to type this out. It is like when I was in Germany. (My emails were all full of humorless and existential rhetoric--the keyboards do that.) Suffice it to say, I hung out with my girl, became an impromptu DJ, sang like a bird (a sober one and then a drunk one as I went from designated driver the first night to designated stumbler the second), chilled with the Quebecois (LISA! BECCA!), made like I was in a movie and punted that mukade so hard across the room, I fell over backward. My life is pretty great.