If you know me at all in person you probably will be very surprised by the following statement.
I went out both Friday AND Saturday night this weekend and partied until the wee hours of the morning.
I am the kind of person who values my sleep. If I know that I’m not going to get enough sleep, I get really nervous. And I’m talking at least 7 1/2 hours a night as a bare minimum, if not at least 8 or 9. Call me grandma, but I think sleep is important.
The problem for me going out on the weekends is that even if I have no plans and can, in theory, sleep the day away, I feel guilty doing so. I think, these two days are precious. It is the only time that I have to clean, go grocery shopping, relax, play with Charlie, watch dumb TV, talk to my family and friends in the US and just hang. In other words, the weekends are mine. That doesn’t mean that I never see friends and am an anti-social hermit, but I really do value and need alone time. And somehow, the thought of sleeping away my me time freaks me out.
That being said, this weekend was one of the most fun I’ve had in a really really long time. I met new people, danced like a crazy person, yelled too loud, laughed, sang the ants go marching on the way to a club in Bellavista, went to two places where you have to “be cool” to get in, taught someone how to “perreo” (the reggaetón dance) and all in all, had a ridiculously good time.
Yes, there were some low points, like when a chick ran into me and spilled my drink all over me and refused to apologize or buy me a new drink, or when another girl yelled at me for “dancing too close to her” in a crowded club where you could barely move, or when a guy spilled beer on my head or when two Argentinean girls cut in front of me in the bathroom line. BUT, the rest of the weekend was so great these little things are like blips in the radar.
So here’s to doing something crazy once in a while, to meeting new people and to making new memories.