I bummed around the house for a while, before heading to Philly on Thursday for a super-long weekend to celebrate a friend’s 21st birthday. I got there Thursday afternoon. We had lunch before making party preparations – aka blowing up a giant kiddie pool, filling a piñata, and buying alcohol. We had the earliest dinner I think I’ve ever eaten (4.30pm – Mexican food), which we ate sitting in the (unfilled) kiddie pool in the middle of the living room of the house. And then we napped. In the kiddie pool. In the middle of the living room.
We celebrated that night and headed out to a bar at midnight, so my friend could buy her first drinks legally at a bar.
The next day my friend had to keep up her drinking. Her goal was to have twenty-one drinks in the day of her birthday (from midnight to midnight). That morning consisted of Irish Coffee from a café. We managed to drag the pool outside and fill it with water, which meant we could take our time lounging in it and enjoying cool beverages.
At some point people showed up for the party. It was really strange though. I’m used to parties where I know a significant number of people. Here, in a house that was supposed to be full of my friends, I hardly knew anyone. It was like I was standing around awkwardly, which I’m just not really used to doing. I guess it’s because most of my friends weren’t actually there for the weekend, and therefore other people had invited people. It ended up fun at the end of the night though. Everyone was out on the porch and in the backyard. At some point there were about ten people standing mid-calf deep in the kiddie pool. I ended up talking to some guys from other schools in the Philly area, one of whom had made a 7-11 run for us a little earlier, despite not really knowing why.
For whatever reason I was one of the last people around at about 3.30am, which was sad. I had to call it a night. The next day involved more bumming around and such. At some point we met the neighbors when they asked if they could use the kiddie pool since it was so hot outside. We of course obliged and found out they were from one of the frats on campus. Later that night we hung out with them. They were grilling (and eating straight from the tongs for the most part) and asking for henna which we had been playing with all day.
Afterwards we went to another friend’s party, which was all grad students (and therefore slightly intimidating). One of my friends was beyond drunk, and we had to take her home and take care of her for a couple of hours, which was a shame way to end the night. That’s not actually English there, but it’ll have to do.
Sunday was in the same vein as the others – just hanging out during the day. We ate Indian food for lunch though, and that was delicious. At some point we were in the kiddie pool with beer, and one of the neighbors joined us. We even had birthday cake for dinner, haha. It was a chill evening and I met some friends of the people who live in the house before I called it a night and caught my flight back to Atlanta early on Monday morning.
I guess I would call it a fairly boring weekend, though it was really nice to see some of my friends again, since it’s going to be January next time. I guess my biggest surprise for the weekend was the amount of drugs presents. I have never seen people smoke more pot. I don’t want to do that, but if you do, whatever. I just don’t get how: 1) you can spend entire days doing nothing but smoking; 2) you can afford to spend every day doing nothing but smoking. Isn’t there more to life than sitting around, high all day? How can you just not be productive, ever? I know I’m lazy and I bum around, but all the time? I guess if that works for you, go for it.
For whatever reason I was one of the last people around at about 3.30am, which was sad. I had to call it a night. The next day involved more bumming around and such. At some point we met the neighbors when they asked if they could use the kiddie pool since it was so hot outside. We of course obliged and found out they were from one of the frats on campus. Later that night we hung out with them. They were grilling (and eating straight from the tongs for the most part) and asking for henna which we had been playing with all day.
Afterwards we went to another friend’s party, which was all grad students (and therefore slightly intimidating). One of my friends was beyond drunk, and we had to take her home and take care of her for a couple of hours, which was a shame way to end the night. That’s not actually English there, but it’ll have to do.
Sunday was in the same vein as the others – just hanging out during the day. We ate Indian food for lunch though, and that was delicious. At some point we were in the kiddie pool with beer, and one of the neighbors joined us. We even had birthday cake for dinner, haha. It was a chill evening and I met some friends of the people who live in the house before I called it a night and caught my flight back to Atlanta early on Monday morning.
I guess I would call it a fairly boring weekend, though it was really nice to see some of my friends again, since it’s going to be January next time. I guess my biggest surprise for the weekend was the amount of drugs presents. I have never seen people smoke more pot. I don’t want to do that, but if you do, whatever. I just don’t get how: 1) you can spend entire days doing nothing but smoking; 2) you can afford to spend every day doing nothing but smoking. Isn’t there more to life than sitting around, high all day? How can you just not be productive, ever? I know I’m lazy and I bum around, but all the time? I guess if that works for you, go for it.
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