oh, traditions...

ok, so the night 30th of april/1st of may is THE night to party.
or, in grown-up language, it is a night you forget your social anxiety, hang out with your friends, and get loaded. oh yeah, you get loaded.often, i have learned, a bit too loaded.
but you still manage to get up at 10 o'clock the next morning, so you can march with you friends, and hate all the rich people, or whatever you do to fill you with that may 1st spirit.
Or, you can do what i did, but i do not recommend it: you can, true to tradition, go out to meet your friends. then you can wake up the next day wondering what the hell happened, search you entire room for your phone, find out that the time is 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and realize that the time for marching came and went hours ago! and that your friends stopped trying to reach you when the 10th text message didn't get answered. and you can enjoy the feeling of a fuzzy carpet covering your teeth, and the taste of something with alcohol gone old somewhere down your throat. and just when you think you've dodged IT, you're suddenly made sadisticly well aware of the throbbing inside and all over your head.
nice, hu?
oh yeah.
note to self: next year, eat before you go out, sleep at a friends house, and for the love of God; make sure SOMEONE watches that the little one doesn't drink so much..