One Wild Night

right, so yesterday was the official end of fresher's week and it was meant to be wild... and guess what, it was. I'd like to tell you all about it, but I don't remember too much... jeje. one of my flatmates has a terrible hangover, though, after drinking more than 15 pints in the night. I actually managed to wake up this morning pretty early (9) so I guess I had less than that (lol, jk, of course I had less than that... but I couldn't say exactly how many).

what I do remember ("remember") though is trying to get home... being under the influence for most of the night, I had no clue where we were... just some random club. and I had to walk home (I decided to do that before I lost complete control of myself... didn't want to end up sleeping in the streets in my first week). before yesterday it hadn't rained since I got to Newcastle... well, guess what, it rained last night when I was coming home. great, eh? so I was wandering around Newcastle in the rain and no proper gear. anyway, I finally found my way (followed the masses... no other way to do it) and made it home alive. so what did that teach me? I have to stay close to my flatmates when I'm drinking. it would be a different matter if I was still in Valencia (well, if I attempted to walk home I'd get mugged... at least), but in a different place you don't know? well, that's only something I'd do (well, not really... I'm pretty sure everyone else was pissed too... but they weren't alone).

from now on I'm not sure what will happen... I'm sure some more crazy stuff will happen, but I don't know at what rate... my flatmates are pretty out there, so I'm sure there'll be a lot to tell. until then, chao.