My first real American party

Ok, please excuse any incoherence and typos in this post, as I am quite drunk at this point. But, you know, Terry is in the shower and I definitely need to go to the toilet before going to bed, so I migh as well write.

The plan, as I wrote earlier, was simply to eat In n Out burgers, and we did, and they were very nice. We actually saw an employee there cutting potatoes into fries with one of those machines, so we were very reassured as to the freshness of everything. Afterwards, Terry went home and I had a nice talk with Theresa as Sylvia took a shower. Around nine, Maria called and told us there was a nice party at the Dashew international center, so we went there.

It turned out the party was connected with an art show, and they were giving away all the food, pushing it into people's hands even, giving them (and them included us) take home styrofoam packets. I ended up taking mostly fruit, as it's the one thing I'm not buying very much because it's so expensive.

With the food packets (Willem had three), we went to Ralphs. The reason? Today (i.e. yesterdat) was Willen's birthday, and we needed booze. e bought vodka, Jack D's, Pina Colada Mix, Cranberry juice, Coke...We then went to the co-op, and played a drinking game.

Now, drinking games are not a wise thing to do. Especially when a)the drinking game sometimes requires as many as 8 sips after each other b)your drink of choice is whisky, with or without cranberry juice. Hence the drunkenness.

Around eleven, eleven thirty we left for a party we heard about. We first walked in a circle (passing the same fridge lying on the sidewalk twice). but we finally got there. I stopped drinking anything but water by that point, but it was a typical American party: lots of beer. and lots of the vodka we bought (and which turned out to be undrinkable), in an apartment, and nice.

In the end, I enjoyed tonight. I flirted with two cute Italian guys and one cute Australian guy (those accents just make me melt), and I actually had good conversations with them (Bir, if you're reading this, apparently Bologna has a nice university). Also, the music wasn't too loud, which is a vast improvement, IMHO, on Dutch going out. Finally, I ripped my pants, isn't that the ultimate sign of a good night out?

Terry sure is taking a long time in there...I'll just go check if she hasn't fallen asleep. It is three o'clock after all...

Good night unto you all,

Hedwig