Last week I
got an invitation to an X-project party from my friend, Tommy. It's a party
inspired by a film, which presents a big rave-up party with hundreads of people. Of
course, he lives in a bungalow so I got an information about getting there with
my 3 other friends. I get on well with my French friends so I decided to
go there with them. A day before their visit, I was on a wedding reception,
because my cousin got married (again)- she's crazy - she got divorced 3
months ago! But OK, I got dressed and joined to the reception. The party was in a
hotel and luckily the best news was that they hired this hotel for all the
guests. I get bored because there was nobody interesting with whom I could talk
to. I left the party and stayed in the restaurant on the ground floor. A very handsome man got me a drink. We went outside for little talks... We were walking near the hotel. It was getting cold because of the rain. We got extremely wet. In a moment I realised that I'm outside ALONE. Maybe I told him some bad things, I don't remember...and I didn't really know where I was. I got lost! Fortunately, in few hours I got to the hotel, took my handbag and a coat and called a taxi. I got a taxi. The taxi driver got simple directions from me because I forgot also my address. I got home and fell asleep in a minute. I woke up in the evening without my mobile. I also forgot about the arrival of my French friends. I got to the airport late with hope that they are still there... unluckily I got back home with a huge hangover, without my foreign friends, or any desires to another party...
