The best party ever

This blog it’s really difficult for me, especially because I hate parties. Is not like I’m an antisocial girl, but parties have this noisy vibe that makes me grumpy. Even so, I think there’s one party I really enjoyed, and that was the birthday number eighteen from one of my best friends from school: Romy.

That birthday party was cool because all my friends and I became “adults”, with eighteen years in our bodies, and we felt like such a grown up. We bought a lot of beer, pisco, cigarettes, food, and we’ll go to Romy’s summer cabin, in Lelbun beach. It was our first party together, because my friend Pancho always had troubles with his parent’s authorization. But with lot of supplications, Pancho, Romy, I and a lot of friends had a really fun party.

The problem (and the fun part, for me) was at the midnight, when my friend Pancho was really drunk, and he started to eat bread with white rum, because he confused the liquor with butter. After that, our work was try to Pancho get in bed and get some rest, but it was difficult because he preferd to sit in my lap and talks about the wonderful person that was Salvador Allende.

Left all the drunk Pancho behind, it was a really fun party, and I think that was the last time we hang out, all together. I really miss those two guys, because we are so far each other. Pancho lives in Punta Arenas, Romy lives in Temuco. And I am here, reminding both. 

Here is a pic from this to idiots and I, a couple of years after the big party. I love them really much.