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I think I'm still recovering
Aug. 14th, 2024 05:17 pmIt's been a couple of days since Zadea's party. I needed time to recover from that day.
We went to a Brazilian steakhouse called Fogo De Chao. It was actually a really good resturarant, even though I was a bit put off by the price tag being 70 bucks (it was an all-you-can-eat). I ended up paying with my mom's card, I feel a bit guilty about it though. She told me not to worry about it.
There were some comments made at the restaurant that almost ruined my night. Paula has been the main even organizer, she plans birthdays and hangout events, and she said that after today she was done planning anything for anyone. And I made a comment along the lines of," But what about my birthday?" I said it kind of jokingly, but I was still kind of sad that she didn't want to plan it. I will say, she planned my birthday last year, but I think the thing that made me sad was that, this year, we didn't celebrate my birthday. No one really said, let's hang out but I didn't blame anyone because it was our first year at college so I figured that there was really no point in hanging out. Anyways, it dulled my mood.
Me and Damaris were born right after each other. Her birthday is Jan 24th and mine is on the 25th, I mention this because she mentioned her birthday and Gama said," I'll plan it for you."
That got me even more sad, when I said what about me he said he wouldn't plan my birthday only Damaris'. I know he was probably joking, but I couldn't really help but want to cry. I started crying in the car ride back to Zadea's apartment. No one saw me though, that was a relief.
I was so close to telling everyone that I just wanted to go home, because I really didn't think I saw going to stop crying. I managed to pull it together, and wiped my tears away once we got to Zadea's.
That's when Damaris said,"Vale what if I plan our birthdays, and all you have to do it come to San Antonio." I really love Damaris. It's funny, I love all of my friends, but I think Damaris really is the only person in this world that I would die for (besides my mom). That really put me in a good mood. She doesn't know that I was feeling sad, but if it weren't for her I'd probably be at home crying instead of having out with them that night.
Anyways, moving on from my pity party.
Paula went downstairs to get the scary drugs she was buying for tonight, and Damaris invited over her brother (Lorenzo) because he was going to take us to Mala. When Paula got back, she handed my and Zadea each one, what she liked to call, goom. "I thought we were taking this after clubbing?" I was basically on the verge of tears again. I don't do well with drugs, I can drink alcohol, but not drugs.
She basically called me a pussy with that look of hers, so I took it. I was kind of starting to freak out, I was pacing back and forth, and Paula and Zadea kept saying that I was freaking them out because I was freaking out. Like, Okay? Don't look at me them!!!
When we got in the car, I realized that Lorenzo's car just wast big enough to fit six of us!! It was a pick up truck for god's sake!! I was the first one in, and I just started word vomiting because of the goom. "I don't think so, I don't know." Were like the only things I could manage to say. Damaris was just telling me to calm down, and Paula and Zadea were asking me if I was really okay, and before I could respond Damaris yelled," She's fine! Get in the car!" That kind of shut me up. She was definitely not willing to let me behind.
Because there were six of us. Me, Damaris, Paula, and Zadea had to squish together in the back, and Karen (Paula's friend) had to lay horizontally on us. And Ashely was up at the front living her best life because she's claustrophobic.
If you're wondering how I was on the goom, you could say that I couldn't really shut up. I also feel like it kind of gave me a temporary narcissistic personality disorder. What I mean by this is that I felt like anytime someone opened their mouth, I thought they were talking to me. And anytime someone laughed I thought they were laughing at what I was saying. Long story short, I thought I was the shit.
From the Zadea's house to the club, the drive was around 30 minutes. Half way there, Paula realized she forgot her phone, and in her phone case was her I.D. We turned around, and not even five minutes later, she found her phone in the car. But her I.D wasn't there. In the moment, I thought her I.D was at Zadea's, but turns out it was at her house. She told Lorenzo' not to turn around, even though he offered to take us to her house to get the I.D.
When we get there, we waited in line behind a bunch of drunk, old guys. Like don't you have a job to clock into tomorrow?
I remember holding my card in I.D in both of my hands, and every time I looked down I would have a tiny heart attack because I though I lost one, don't worry it was just behind the other card. I tried try best to look sober to the severity guard, and I guess he thought I was because he let me in. Paula, Damaris and Lorenzo were behind me and they had stopped to wait for Paula to be hopefully let in, because of her missing I.D.
I remember I was holding my card up to the card reader as I was looking back at them. I was waiting for Paula to get the okay from the bouncer, but I didn't want to hold up the line so I ended up paying. I met Paula, Zadea, Ashley and Karen inside. Then Lorenzo came in to get us because the bouncer decided not to let Paula inside. And I was not that mad, because I don't really like clubbing in the first place, but I was kind of mad because I ended up paying 20 bucks and didn't even get to party a little bit.
We headed back home, and I don't think I would have minded all that much, but Paula decided to just leave Zadea's for around two hours to go meet up with Adrian. And when she turned back up, she was sad! Girl, don't piss me off. But whatever, I still love her.
There's not much to say after this, we just stayed up until 7 in the morning! And I really regretted it because I was so tired the next day.
We plan on going again Labor Day weekend. Hopefully I am able to recover by then.
Side note: Lorenzo has to be the nicest guy on the face of the Earth, after what happened that night. He agreed to chaperone six girls, half of them who were on gooms (me included), offered to turn around multiple times to get Paula's I.D, bought us alcohol and didn't ask to be paid back, wasn't mad that we couldn't get in to Mala, he even comforted Paula trying to make her feel better, and even asked us when was the next time we were going to go to Mala again so he can tag along. Like Damaris kind of hit the jackpot when it comes to brother's. I hate both of mine.
We went to a Brazilian steakhouse called Fogo De Chao. It was actually a really good resturarant, even though I was a bit put off by the price tag being 70 bucks (it was an all-you-can-eat). I ended up paying with my mom's card, I feel a bit guilty about it though. She told me not to worry about it.
There were some comments made at the restaurant that almost ruined my night. Paula has been the main even organizer, she plans birthdays and hangout events, and she said that after today she was done planning anything for anyone. And I made a comment along the lines of," But what about my birthday?" I said it kind of jokingly, but I was still kind of sad that she didn't want to plan it. I will say, she planned my birthday last year, but I think the thing that made me sad was that, this year, we didn't celebrate my birthday. No one really said, let's hang out but I didn't blame anyone because it was our first year at college so I figured that there was really no point in hanging out. Anyways, it dulled my mood.
Me and Damaris were born right after each other. Her birthday is Jan 24th and mine is on the 25th, I mention this because she mentioned her birthday and Gama said," I'll plan it for you."
That got me even more sad, when I said what about me he said he wouldn't plan my birthday only Damaris'. I know he was probably joking, but I couldn't really help but want to cry. I started crying in the car ride back to Zadea's apartment. No one saw me though, that was a relief.
I was so close to telling everyone that I just wanted to go home, because I really didn't think I saw going to stop crying. I managed to pull it together, and wiped my tears away once we got to Zadea's.
That's when Damaris said,"Vale what if I plan our birthdays, and all you have to do it come to San Antonio." I really love Damaris. It's funny, I love all of my friends, but I think Damaris really is the only person in this world that I would die for (besides my mom). That really put me in a good mood. She doesn't know that I was feeling sad, but if it weren't for her I'd probably be at home crying instead of having out with them that night.
Anyways, moving on from my pity party.
Paula went downstairs to get the scary drugs she was buying for tonight, and Damaris invited over her brother (Lorenzo) because he was going to take us to Mala. When Paula got back, she handed my and Zadea each one, what she liked to call, goom. "I thought we were taking this after clubbing?" I was basically on the verge of tears again. I don't do well with drugs, I can drink alcohol, but not drugs.
She basically called me a pussy with that look of hers, so I took it. I was kind of starting to freak out, I was pacing back and forth, and Paula and Zadea kept saying that I was freaking them out because I was freaking out. Like, Okay? Don't look at me them!!!
When we got in the car, I realized that Lorenzo's car just wast big enough to fit six of us!! It was a pick up truck for god's sake!! I was the first one in, and I just started word vomiting because of the goom. "I don't think so, I don't know." Were like the only things I could manage to say. Damaris was just telling me to calm down, and Paula and Zadea were asking me if I was really okay, and before I could respond Damaris yelled," She's fine! Get in the car!" That kind of shut me up. She was definitely not willing to let me behind.
Because there were six of us. Me, Damaris, Paula, and Zadea had to squish together in the back, and Karen (Paula's friend) had to lay horizontally on us. And Ashely was up at the front living her best life because she's claustrophobic.
If you're wondering how I was on the goom, you could say that I couldn't really shut up. I also feel like it kind of gave me a temporary narcissistic personality disorder. What I mean by this is that I felt like anytime someone opened their mouth, I thought they were talking to me. And anytime someone laughed I thought they were laughing at what I was saying. Long story short, I thought I was the shit.
From the Zadea's house to the club, the drive was around 30 minutes. Half way there, Paula realized she forgot her phone, and in her phone case was her I.D. We turned around, and not even five minutes later, she found her phone in the car. But her I.D wasn't there. In the moment, I thought her I.D was at Zadea's, but turns out it was at her house. She told Lorenzo' not to turn around, even though he offered to take us to her house to get the I.D.
When we get there, we waited in line behind a bunch of drunk, old guys. Like don't you have a job to clock into tomorrow?
I remember holding my card in I.D in both of my hands, and every time I looked down I would have a tiny heart attack because I though I lost one, don't worry it was just behind the other card. I tried try best to look sober to the severity guard, and I guess he thought I was because he let me in. Paula, Damaris and Lorenzo were behind me and they had stopped to wait for Paula to be hopefully let in, because of her missing I.D.
I remember I was holding my card up to the card reader as I was looking back at them. I was waiting for Paula to get the okay from the bouncer, but I didn't want to hold up the line so I ended up paying. I met Paula, Zadea, Ashley and Karen inside. Then Lorenzo came in to get us because the bouncer decided not to let Paula inside. And I was not that mad, because I don't really like clubbing in the first place, but I was kind of mad because I ended up paying 20 bucks and didn't even get to party a little bit.
We headed back home, and I don't think I would have minded all that much, but Paula decided to just leave Zadea's for around two hours to go meet up with Adrian. And when she turned back up, she was sad! Girl, don't piss me off. But whatever, I still love her.
There's not much to say after this, we just stayed up until 7 in the morning! And I really regretted it because I was so tired the next day.
We plan on going again Labor Day weekend. Hopefully I am able to recover by then.
Side note: Lorenzo has to be the nicest guy on the face of the Earth, after what happened that night. He agreed to chaperone six girls, half of them who were on gooms (me included), offered to turn around multiple times to get Paula's I.D, bought us alcohol and didn't ask to be paid back, wasn't mad that we couldn't get in to Mala, he even comforted Paula trying to make her feel better, and even asked us when was the next time we were going to go to Mala again so he can tag along. Like Damaris kind of hit the jackpot when it comes to brother's. I hate both of mine.
