Party 101

Requirements for a successful student party:

Have people turn up too early, and too late.
Hear the phrases “you’re in my class,” “really?” “do we have an assignment due soon?” “yeah, but I’m not gonna to do it.”
The need to run to the shops to buy a deck of cards, only to find that the Chinese store owners don’t speak Spanish and when you mime cards they pull out a box of matches.
Just as half the party leaves at midnight, they are instantly replenished with a fresh wave of arrivals. The more Italians the better. Drinking game continues.
Discover that the Italian catholic girl is actually French. And jewish. Hilarity ensues.
Noise complaints from the neighbours threatening to call the police.
Everyone hiding when an hour later the intercom buzzes from someone claiming to be the police. Noise levels resume as it appears that the newest arrival was playing a prank.
Redecorate the floor with broken glasses, sangria, red wine and beer.
Redecorate the wall with sangria, red wine and beer.
Redecorate the sofa with sangria, red wine and beer.
Redecorate your pants with sangria, red wine and beer.
Coffee at 1.30, only to find that the Italians think you’re nuts, and then remark on your constitution for being able to stay up later than everyone else and not feel tired.
Discover that far more people speak fluent English than you first imagined, and then get stuck trying to explain the differences in the conditional clause of the past tense while using ‘would have’ and ‘could have’.
Decide that by stalling your departure you can actually get the first train of the day home.
Get on the wrong bus, and become conflicted as to whether or not churros at this hour is a good idea.
Get home at 6am.

Hmmm, I bet I could make a funny youtube video about that.

It’s 3 degrees, it’s pissing down with rain, the internet is being slower than Baldrick decyphering quantum mechanics, and I am out of food. But on the bright side, I was able to watch Kung Fu Panda today in Spanish, and I have a couple of post-or-almost-post-apocalyptic movies awaiting.

As for living in the Middle-East, the idea has faded ever so slightly from “this is an excellent idea!” to “fuck it, why not?” Actually I’m not sure if that is faded at all. The final destination might have, and I’ll look into it some more, but right now I’m not thinking too hard about it.