And I miss people from Tallinn while not being able to meet everyone I want here. Also, fuck my financial disorientation.
Nowhere near enough time or energy to do a good blog post, I apologize, but 200+ words a day is my first weeks resolution, so, yeah.
TUESDAY 25TH
I'm drinking with N, because I'm in Riga and he is too. P joins in with a heartbreaking story of his new disability - a burnt finger; we try to drown the pain in alcohol, but for some reason bars are closed (because of Tuesday or because of Christmas) and we're forced to migrate around, while salvaging a few drinks from the open places. Somehow we end up in one of the bars with, uh, shots? or not, no clue, and a single beer. Also, our table has one chair, so we stand around like assholes. A couple of girls are superfriendly, as we go out for a smoke. Even though there are two other guys, both with exotic accents and so on, they choose me to give me their numbers and that felt nice. Even though they were 17 or something, I don't know. Then we spent a fucking million in another place, found some more people, mostly drunk people, and went to this random guy's house only to realize how fucking drunk we are. Others do more drinks and weed, while I try to play the guitar, but I failed to put two chords together, and that's how I remember how drunk I was. Afterwards, P casually leaves his wallet in the unknown's apartment and we stumble towards his place. P is the most dry (drigh) and falls over a lot. After the third fall, he requests that I take a picture of the place he fell down. I'm sorry, it looks like shit (and there probably is some hidden in the snow), but it was very important to the guy.
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"...casually leaves his wallet in the unknown's apartment..." <3
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