I missed the big party last night. My australian companions were too afraid of Irene's arrival. So we went to my place again hung out, drank a lot and listened to music till four in the morning. Szymon was so drunk that I had to put him into my bed. Who bet on my blackout was right. I have a little one. I don't remember how I got into my bed. All I know is that I woke up in the morning having Szymon next to me. We didn't spooning nor we were naked. Szymon felt awfull refusing even breakfast. The poor boy did a 40 minutes walk home through the rain facing the absence of electricity when he arrived there. Fuck you, Irene!
I was more lucky. I spent a great meat & fun sunday afternoon with my roommates. We hung out in the living room, had some self made chicken wings and ham, drunk some bear and watched television. I like!
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