Sunday, 2 March 2008

Up & Down.

Brittany is leaving tomorrow and I am so upset about it. It is for the best and hopefully doctors at home can help her out and she will be able to come back and finish up the tour. After being out for three weeks here sitting miserably in her hotel room and seeing multiple doctors she finally got one the admitting it was not a pinched nerve in her back but rather the start of a herniated disk. I just don’t know what I am going to do without her. She is one of my good friends that I hang out with lots and talk……

On a more fun note, last night I was somehow able to rally and go out even though I was quite tired. I am wicked glad I did though because it ended up being an awesome night. It was just Adrienne, Mauricio, Dani (Mau’s niece) and I that went and we met Anibal and Sebastian, two of our dressers from work who Mauricio had befriended. Anibal had connections at this club called Up & Down and got us a deal. Up was technically for over 25 and Down for 18-25 but later we went upstairs so I don’t know how much they stick to that. We started Down though and as we entered Mauricio was the only one asked for ID…They thought we was under 18 which is hilarious considering he is the oldest! I got such a good laugh out of this!

Sebastian and Anibal were really fun, nice guys and we ended up hanging out with them all night. The place was decorated pretty cool and played good music. It reminded me a lot of a place in Paris called Duplex. We were having so much fun that I ended up staying out the latest I ever have!! 5:30! I can’t really tell you how I even functioned for that long.

Two hours later I woke up to catch some of the marathon. My eyes were KILLING me! The rest of me felt ok. I wasn’t even sure at what time it started because I had gotten different answers from people I’d asked. So I went out at 8 and it started at 8:30 which was perfect. Just seeing all the fun fare of a race excited me.

1 comment:

Stephanie said...

That's a cool name for a club...

The Maurizio/carding thing reminds me of when my friend Emily (who at the time was in her mid-20s) had a middle schooler start hitting on her in the movie theater, asking her who she had for English...

OR when Kristen (who at the time was in her early 20s) had a flight attendant tell her she couldn't sit in the emergency exit row; yeah, you have to be 15 or older for that...