Party!

I think some of you might be surprised to see me now. The stay-at-home-on-the-couch-in-front-of-the-TV-gal now goes out every weekend, and not just once.

I think part of the explanation is that American parties are really my kind of thing. People mingle, everyone talks to everyone, and even when there's music it's you usually can talk to each other without yelling.

Then there's the drinks...




Apparently, every kind of liquor tastes good sunrise. Not just tequila, but also vodka, whisky...Tequila Sunrise is still my favorite though.

Strangely, I'm not even that hungover. Oh, a little bit, my stomach is not liking me very much right now and my head feels a bit fuzzy, but I'm not feeling as bad as, say, Sylvia.

To recap what actually happened: friday night we first went to see "The Motorcycle Diaries", and at the contest before the movie started I won the poster. The question was "in which Linklater movie has the main female character named her cat 'che'?", and I remembered it was Before Sunset.

The movie was great. Beautiful landscapes, a beautiful man, much more laughs than I'd expected, and at the end you just wanted to pack your bags immediately and go travel through Latin America.

After the movie, we had dinner at In-N-Out and went to Claudio's party. It was very nice, one of those parties where there are barely any Americans, but which is very American nonetheless, in the sense that there were plastic cups to drink from and that everyone talked to everyone. I talked a bit with a guy called Adam, an American who just spent a year (I think) in New-Zealand, and practiced my french for most of the night talking with Nico, a French guy who lives on the same floor as Sylvia. It turns out that while my French is not bad when talking about straightforward things, I have lost all sense of subtleties and all that. And well, I stumble, look for words...I really need to practice more.

Saturday I went to the "Westside Pavillion" mall with Theresa and Sylvia. At first it looked deserted, ghostly, but then we found the part where all the shops are. It was alright, but it turns out that clothing is not by far as cheap in the US as people say. Actually, it's quite expensive. It was nice to add a visit to the mall to my list of all-American experiences though.

At night we (in this instance composed of Benson, Jordan, Adam, Sylvia and me) set off for Century City, where Brigid lives. We had to take two busses, we'd been told. The first one took about half an hour to arrive. At the next bus stop, we saw that busses came at 9:32 and 10:32.

It was 9:34

We waited for about five minutes to see if maybe the bus was late, but no such luck. We decided we'd just walk, and it took us about 40 minutes. Century City is a bit weird, lots of high buildings, and not a pedestrian in sight. But behind that facade...Brigid turned out to live in an extremely luxurious, close-gate apartment complex, which looked a bit like a hotel but then instead of rooms there were huge apartments.

There's nothing much to tell about the party. We talked, had a lot of alcohol, some people got drunk (me), some people wasted... I claimed the couch, and I actually slept pretty well.

Of course, then you get back and there's this pile of Physics homework... And instead of doing it, you watch "Spellbound".

I am going to do that homework now, though.

*Sigh*

Hedwig

P.S. In case anyone wants to e-mail me, the address I check most often is H.J.vanDriel AT students.uu.nl