I know I said that I would write about my New Year's experience but my New Year's experience came accompanied by a fever that won't break and a cough that could lead someone to believe that one of my lungs might fly out of my mouth any second so my motivation to write has been lacking. But I have to before I forget because I've been cursed with terrible memory and if I don't write now, I probably never will.
I left to Romana on the 30th already sick. I wasn't even able to go to the Loco Dice party on the 29th because I was so incredibly under the weather that I was convinced that without much effort I could very possibly cause myself to drop dead. That's how sick I was. I left in the afternoon under the influence of cold medication in the hopes that I might feel just a little better when I got there.
Which I did. I felt so much better that I dilluted myself into believing that I was miraculously healed so in the middle of the night I went to hit the bars with my step brothers. We met people, hit on people, laughed with people, and by 4.30 am we were home. When we got there I ran into my brother Gus, Alvaro, Laura and our dear friend Phillip. After lots of hugs and kisses I agreed to go with back to the Marina with them. In retrospect I shouldn't have done that. It was fucking cold and I'd already drank plenty but you know me, so next thing I know we are getting kicked out of Naked Fish and we are hosting an after-party chez nous. I could say that I was tired [which I was], that I was tired of drinking [which I was], that my lungs hurt from so much smoking [which they did]. but I was having so much fun that I didn't even realize that I was dancing in the rain with a 21 year old who gave me a piggy back ride up something like 50 steps and that somehow I had ended up wearing a bikini with a poncho over it.
I went to bed at something like 9 in the morning. As luck would have it, I got sicker and I was physically incapable of falling asleep. My mom was whining over the fact that our golf cart was M.I.A. and it remained so for 3 days, Ivan got there late, everything was too noisy and frankly I believed that the 31st was the worse day EVER. I kept thinking that I wanted to be in Cabarete at the Clive Henry party. I thought all kinds of things that I shouldn't have been thinking. I was really pissed off.
By the time dinner time came I hated the world and everything in it. I had a fever. I was sleepy and incredibly sad. I just wanted midnight to come and go so that I could go to bed. And it did. But something happened and next thing I knew, I was getting in the car on the way to the Marina with Ivan, Gus, and Lilli.
I know that drinking is bad and that being sick sucks and whatever, but Greygoose and RedBull is a powerful combination. I didn't even feel the cold air. It took a while but after a certain point I was celebrating like the rest of them and I was happy. So happy I didn't realize I had a fever. So happy I didn't realize I'd paid a bill that wasn't even mine.
At like 6 or 7 in the morning...we went back to our place and we hosted a few people over there. For a while there was swimming, drinks were still being served at 11am and somehow I set a whole chunk of my hair on fire. I don't remember how that was but it really did happen.
I was supossed to come back home New Year's day but as you can expect, I couldn't. Hell, I was having issues deciding whether or not I should have driven back yesterday! But I made it...somehow...and somehow I went to Natalia's bday party...and somehow I am still alive, but it's quite possible that I may die of bronchitis in the next few days.
Was it worth it though? Hell yeah.
Would I do it again? Probably not.
Despite the fact that Cabarete got completely rained out, if I were given the choice again would I go there knowing how much fun I had in Romana? Now more so than before.
Do you expect to drink/smoke anytime in the near future? Absolutely not.