So, it’s Monday now and my stomach still feels like it was punched as an end result of what I had to drink on Friday. Friday, by the way? Absolutely awesome: after a rather hilarious farting incident at Tony Roma’s, 2SXC came along with me to down some wine over at a rather fetching wine cellar/restaurant that’s next to the Pomodoro (awesome Italian restaurant by Via Veneto, if you’re in the know and haven’t gotten around to going there yet) as to a good friend’s suggestions (I’ll call her Tinix from this point forward) and even though she has having dinner next door at the Pomodoro we took the opportunity to indulge ourselves in some wine and cheeses, a truly aristocratic feeling all around with a live band playing Spanish music and waiters wearing beréts. Soon enough two new Canadian girls joined the festivities, two very nice ladies I hope I get to see a lot more of. They’ve only been in town for a couple of weeks and seem to be adjusting pretty well. Eventually Tinix came along and we talked about Labrets, tattoos and “boot n’ rally” (inside joke), and after a bit the crowd got bigger as the bottles kept mounting up… at this point I was feeling like I’d do stupid things I shouldn’t be doing, so my personal assessment was that everything was going according to plan.

We decided we wanted to go out dancing so someone suggested we went to Bay City, a rather new club that’s placed inside the Club de Yates y Pesca in Avenida Balboa; even though that this is a Yacht Club, there’s always room to put a cowboy-themed bar named “Bay City” in there for no particular reason whatsoever… such is the Panamanian way. At this point Tinix had thrown her smoke bomb with the promise of a do-over at The Wine Bar next weekend, and I hope she’s true to her word; in any which case we waltzed into the place after meeting HoneyBrown and some friends of hers, along with Key-K who had popped in to say hello right around the same time. We know this place because one of the managers or whatever used to be our waiter back in our 844 days, so we’d be treated rather well, aside from the fact that we weren’t only the biggest crowd there but we were one of the whopping two groups of people there. I had a beer, and with that the alcohol-mixing frenzy began.

We left Bay City after around 10-15 minutes after pressure from some of the children who were getting rowdy, so we went to the spot we usually go to when all hope is lost: Anemos, a medium-sized club/bar/whatever the hell that’s in one of the adjacent streets of Calle Uruguay. By the way, last week there were reports that a bunch of these places in Calle Uruguay were run down in search of drugs and minors, finding plenty of both. As a result, once Thursday came along the whole couple of blocks were practically nonexistent; it was almost depressing, but Friday made up for it! We got to Anemos and at that point more people showed up… I was finding the solace in beer when the vodka bottles started to show up. Anemos and vodka have a very intricate history with me and my coup, so it seemed appropriate when another Canadian friend showed up and she treated me to a couple of shots… she gave me the choice, and I obviously opted to ask the bartender for anything with fire in it. The result? Burnt lips because of cucarachas, flaming tequila shots with God-knows-what-but-I-like-it-oh-so-much. I had another beer, and once that was done I started having from one of the vodka bottles floating around; at this point things started getting a little hazy. I might’ve inquired on a girl (or two, or three) with varying degrees of success and in retrospect I think I’d either laugh or regret those instances if I could only remember what the hell went down to begin with, drunk-dialed/messaged a couple of others and danced… and danced, and danced, and danced. Oh, it was just ridiculous, I remember loving the hell out of dancing with HoneyBrown, she’s always good times.

Uh-oh, first mental blackout.

So, I’m at a sidewalk and Magnus is talking to both me and what I can only assume was the sidewalk, at the time I came back to. I looked at the general direction he was talking to and I see that 2SXC is lying down on said pavement, and quickly coming to I notice that we’re back around where The Wine Bar was (I could have mixed these up, though… since at this time I don’t remember how we got to Calle Uruguay to begin with and how we left) and we were talking about something or other… maybe it was the beach, but at that point in the evening/morning my hearing had downgraded to a really shitty Mono that didn’t allow me to distinguish speech from gibberish from everything else remarkably well so when the others started walking towards the car (don’t remember how 2SXC got up from the sidewalk either, but I suppose we helped her with that) and as I opened the door oh, shot, not again fuck I hate it when this happens ohhhhhh mental blackout.

I’m walking up 2SXC’s joint and when I come back to, she’s on all fours pretty close to where her apartment is. I was told by Magnus on Saturday that she had tripped and fallen down which resulted in a pretty bad bruise. Anyway, it seems we talked to stuff is rather hazy at this leg of the story as well when apparently my mind fast-forwards and I’ve already taken off my shoes. I suppose I’m crashing at this girl’s tonight.

The hangover on Saturday was fucked up. I got out of 2SXC’s apartment at around 4 ‘cuz she was kicking me out since she had to go to work and even though I had not a dime to my name she spotted me cab fare, the guardian angel that she is. I tried hailing a cab from her house all the fucking way to mine and when I got there, tired and about to hurl a cow’s weight in vomit, I managed to get to the kitchen sink. The guinea pig and the dog are the only witnesses to this. I woke up a little later, wanting to go out and enjoy the championship fight with the guys but alas, it wasn’t meant to be because I’m a lazy ass. Sunday was cool: got some breakfast for the folks and fucked around ’til around 2PM when my dad and I had to go represent at my niece’s 1-year old birthday party… I had a lot more fun than I thought I would… after that, “Silent Hill.” My conclusion: sober, it’s great… but on shrooms it must be fantastic.

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