I wish I could recap my whole weekend here, but it was one of those drunken trashy affairs that makes me think my next weekend will have to be a lot more mellow. I actually don't know what time I staggered into my apartment on Saturday night but my flatmate has advised me it was around 5am. And judging by the fact that I still don't feel fully recovered, I'm guessing she's right.
Otherwise, I would like to quickly tell you about two people I had the great fortune of encountering before everything got fuzzy on Friday night:
Guy #1 was an old man with a beard reminiscent of ZZTop. He climbed onto the bus, and then stood next to the bus driver while chugging some sort of whiskey and yelling at the bus driver and then the rest of the bus before getting off about 3 minutes later. Charming.
Guy #2 was at the bus stop where I got disembarked, was probably around 60 years old and was sitting on the bench with an actual wine glass and a bottle of Merlot, greeting anyone who walked within a 5 foot radius of him. It was actually kind of cool. I may want to be him when I grow up.