jewz and alcohol-induced escapades

sounds like i'm in seventh grade all over again. This weekend was raging mad, i can only recollect several things to write them in this blog, for others are lost in my drunk memory forever. Well, to begin, this last week I had been going to the Tapia Theatre in Old San Juan for rehearsals for the school's musical: Fiddler on the Roof. (Hence the whole 'jewz' segment of my title). I was there, every day, from 6-10pm, without fail. On friday, I got to miss school on account of we had day-long rehearsals. Of course, as pathetic and 'high-school' that we are, flasks were smuggled in and i was kindly invited to have some, in the comfort of the men's dressing room. Lovely. Well, friday went well, though we left very very late at night, since we did, in fact, have a show. That night was mediocre after.

The next day, I did most of my studies and then went back into the theatre later in the evening, for another run of the show. After the show, which ended at eleven-something, I had to go to a surprise party for my friend Nicole. It was awfully awkward, so we decided to leave and drive over to some guy's house, Daniel, whom I lusted over back in my ZOMGZ BALDWIN JEWZ ARE SOO HOT 4evababiii~* days.. if that makes any sense to you. Anywho, we show up, by this time i've no clue what the hell is going on, and I'm in and out of giggle fits with gino in their kitchen stealing some of their rum to bring back to the people in the surprise party, as the kind and sharing individuals that we are known to be. We finally drove back to Nicole's at around 1 to 2 ish, and i was almost simultaneously picked up and driven home, to then stuff my face with sushi to try to sober myself up, and then simply pass out all in the comfort of my bed.

On Sunday, o sea, yesterday, it was the last production. After it, Madison and I got driven to Richart to eat and change, to go to the cast party at Lorena's. It was insane. I swear to each and every one of you, i have never drunken more in my existance. Not sleazy drinking though, it was all in good fun, and didn't end in my seeing my decomposed lunch on my lap. I am classy. Grandma's pearlz and all. I had several puffs of Cloves that they brought and were hidden away so well that I had to charm my way into having a drag or two. I drank this cinnamon schapps (?) with.. mhm... 24 KARAT GOLD IN IT. It was insane. All through the night, as the gold flakes and mimosas ran down my throat, I had a really great time. I haven't laughed the way I did in a while.
Essentially, I ended up passing out at four-ish curled up with gino on a bed making sleazy jokes and calling out to people who weren't even there. More giggle fits, HURRAH!

well.. that was my weekend, not that wild, or 'guey' as the spanish speakuhrz would say. I was reminded of the film Dazed and Confused, on account of the whole feel of these parties was along those lines. Great, though.
Well, now I must do homework, and hope to go watch a film later on today.