My Candle Burns at Both Ends

I think I realize why weekends were invented. And that is to say that I've realized no one should really be going out for more than 3 days in a row.That shit is exhausting. And now I have to cram the last 4 years into two suitcases and a carry on. :(  I can't say that I couldn't use a drink for this project.

I closed out my PRican bank account on Friday and I really almost started to cry. I mean, this is the real deal. I'M LEAVING PUERTO RICO IN 3 DAYSSSSSS!!!!

In happier news, this weekend (my last weekend!!!) shaped up to be something legendary. On Tuesday, I forgot that when drinking with a 230 pound male, you probably shouldn't try and go drink for drink with him... particularly if it involves tequila. Because if  you do, you will end up with double vision by 9pm and have to go home to pass out. WONDERFUL!

On Thursday morning I woke up with sand in my hair and in my ears and in my bed. Sometimes that happens. I also had a huge bruise on my knee from drunkenly chasing JC down the beach before I fell over....something. A piece of bamboo? A rock? A shell? Maybe. The air? More likely.

Friday. I ate and drank with some friends in the afternoon, and then went somewhere else and drank some more. And danced. Some more. Repeat until the wee hours of the AM. I also learned that Ron Barrilito gives my some wicked heartburn. So that's kinda a shame.

That being said, Saturday was not the greatest day for me, as I had the shakes and wanted the Earth to swallow me up and spit me back out when this hangover was over. Instead of going to Skapularo on Sat, which was an event I had been looking forward to for a week or so, I had probably my last date night w/ The Hwy before I leave and watched a movie and then read in bed and looked forward to waking up tomorrow (today!) and not feeling like a junkyard. I think it worked!

The only pic from that night appropriate for the Internet

Medalla: Where would i be w/o you? (at home in bed)

That happened.

"My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light."

 - Edna St. Vincent Millay

I Can't Stop Doing Things I Love (literally, no pun intended ;).

Ahhh…Puerto Rico. These past few weeks have made me never want to leave, and here’s why:

Because I start thinking: How many Monday nights will I be able to walk down the block for a couple quick mid-thesis writing beers at 10pm, spend less than $5 but still end up reasonably drunk, and enjoy every sip outside with the Caribbean breeze on my face? How many Wednesday’s will I be able to go to a bar that has a happy hour where beer is 75 cents, end the night at a strip club (they had plastic chairs), and STILL wake up in time for my 11AM meeting? How many Friday’s will I be able to drunkenly dance to early 90’s hip hop and rap before briefly passing out on the beach laying on the person you have a gigantic crush on? How many times will I be able to go to class, or teach, sunburned and with sand and salt water still clinging to me?

All these things and more make me enjoy my life here.

Let me recap the past…month or so. So, randomly one day I am checking my mail, and this girl in my building is holding the elevator, but I tell her to not bother. She looks like a gringa, but sometimes it’s hard to say. 3 hours LATER, I am at Sand’s for 75 cent beer Wednesdays, and THERE SHE IS! Talking to Francis, Chabs, and Mason! She is from Boston! She has lived underneath me in the same apartment building for 4 YEARS! And just NOW I am meeting her! A new friend! Ohhh how I think my luck couldn’t get any better!

And then it does! I find out she is a friend of one of my friends, aka The Maybe. How fantastically perfect! And so now, I have a new neighbor, a new friend, and a new person to reminisce about how awesome fall weather is and how much we miss it. In other words, the past month has been, overall, fucking AMAZING. So. Much. Fun. Despite a few road bumps (see previous entries), this semester has proven to be legendary. And speaking of road bumps – I’m so over them. You can’t make yourself stop liking someone, and I don’t plan on it. I will enjoy things while I have them and I can. I guess it all boils down to that cheesy ass, vomit inducing phrase: “it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all”. I used to like to think I disagreed completely with that, but clearly I don’t. I’m too much of a lover and liver to stop myself from doing either.

ALSO – I am getting a CAR! A light blue station wagon to be exact!!! My gringo friend is selling it to me and it’s the biggest, most awesome piece of shit car EVER! My first car (and second) was a wagon, and after the humiliation of driving them around during my teenage years, I thought I would never, ever be caught dead with one again. Pssshaw! And then I realized that they’re AWESOME!