I’m very tired today. Jan is afraid to talk to me. I may come back with any nonsequeter or… some other thing. I’m a bit loopy.
I went out last night. And, as is all too common here in Spain, Saturday night quickly turned into Sunday morning. Jan says I got home at 5:38am. I think she clocked me sometime between when I woke her up and when she exclaimed, “Christ, Josh!”.
Last night was Sergio’s birthday party. I met Sergio about five years ago playing volleyball on the beach here in Barcelona and we now play on the same indoor team in Vall d’Hebron. So the guests of the aforementioned party were mainly volleyball folk.
20 of us met up in front of the El Corte Inglés in Fransesc Macia at 10:30 last night, went out for an all-you-can-eat Japanese buffet (with the obligatory sake shots), followed up at a nearby bar (where I began my night’s obsession with Red Bull & Valentine’s), and then finished up at a disco called The Tunnel at around 1:30am. We danced our pants off in a steamy, grinding mass till about 5am when I was one of the first to admit defeat and walked home.
The smart thing would have been to go to bed right away. But if you’re reading this post, you probably know me better than that. I futzed around the house and on the computer before taking a much needed shower and was under the covers, completely wrecked, by 6:45am. Sleeping until 3pm would have recharged my battery perfectly, but the alarm clock going off beside my head at 10am made sure that didn’t happen. We had a brunch to attend at Rachel and Jonathan’s house.
Jan and I hopped on the metro and went downtown. I don’t think I opened my eyes until Rachel opened the door to let us in. It looked like I was doomed. But through some endorphin-powered miracle, I was not only coherent, but cracking jokes right and left! The life of the brunch, if I do say so myself. Either that, or I was so delirious that I only thought I was being witty and everyone else was being polite. I’m happy not knowing the truth. I’m sure I ‘ll find out sooner or later.
It’s 4:30pm now and we just got home. I’m slowly crashing and Jan is still avoiding me. I think I should take a nap now.
when drunk – get more sleep and drink more water.
Wise words… but I wasn’t drunk! Not even close, actually. I think this was a direct result of sleep deprivation coupled with malnutrition and dehydration. So the whole water thing would be helpful. I’m a gulpin’ as we speak.
glad to hear it wasn’t a result of being smashed, unlike the majority of my friends who do that every weekend.
eat more protein, drink more water and try to get more sleep. all of that should really make your days/nights healthier.
and i know you stay up late bullshitting (as do i) but try setting a bedtime, it helps.