Yikes! This weekend I went to 2 parties. Here everything seems to go quite late.
The first party was on Friday night. It was supposed to be a Christmas party but there wasn’t really anything to do with Christmas. It was really fun. There was a lot of screaming and shouting (not by me, of course). I left early to go to a thanksgiving dinner at a friends place. I was up until 11:15!
The second party was last night. It was a birthday party for someone in my class. It was my first time on the Metro alone (well, actually I wasn’t alone. There were lots of other people who I didn’t know on the train). The trip was fine because it was only 3 stops and then I got out to go to Mr. Thanksgiving’s house. Once I liaised with Mr. Thanksgiving, we (Mr. Thanksgiving and I and Mr. Thanksgiving’s mum) went off to the party. At the party, it was mostly dancing to really loud music — and eating pretzels. On the way home we (Mr. Thanksgiving and I) took a taxi because it was late.
And because of all of this, I’m tired.
