Birthday Weekend Shenanigans

WHAT. A. WEEKEND!

Last week Thursday was my birthday. Normally I would go out and have drinks with friends, have a quiet dinner/lunch with the person I’m dating or my closest friend at the time, but this time I decided to do something a bit different. I had a little eat-drink-dance-have-fun-with-friends-until-you-pass-out thingy in my house, a mini house-party if you like.

I’m not much of a crowd person and considering the size of my living room I decided to invite the lowest number of people possible. You think you don’t have many friends until you have to invite only 9 people to your birthday party. Anyway, after much back and forth I made a list and stuck to it.

                     A couple of friends brought bilola and Spanish omellette. Tasted heavenly.

 Too bad this is the best shot I got of my chocolate cake. I was having too much fun to be concerned about pictures.

Squad

As you can see from our sweaty bodies in this pic above, we were already hours into drinking, dancing and eating before anyone remembered it would be nice for us to have a group photograph.

It was an awesome night and I loved every single second of it.

I woke up the next morning, sunday, with a sore head. I didn't actually want to wake up early but a couple of friends had arranged a trip to the seaside as a birthday present to me and since my mama didn't raise no bitch I woke up at 8, carried my sore head(and body) into the bathroom, cleaned up, packed a backpack headed out.

Ready or not...

I didn't regret it as we visited a part of the sea I had never been to, saw a lot of nature, swam in the sea, tried to dive for a few seconds(there is only so much gallons of salt water a grown-ass man can gulp before giving up), had a good time with friends.

not a bad view for sore head

shoes in the water

We had to wear shoes while swimming and diving to avoid stubbing toes or any such injuries because this part of the sea is very rocky. I'm not sure I stepped on any even or sandy ground while inside the water.

The greatest

We went to a nearby town for a late lunch of seafood and then headed home. I came back home to a bottle of red wine courtesy of my neighbor(whom I didn't even invite to my party, though I sent some cake). Lovely. And just when I thought my weekend couldn't get any better I discovered I didn't have to work on monday because PUBLIC HOLIDAY. Like my English friends would say "If Carlsberg made weekends...".