Drunken loser?

I had my birthday and I got the Porsche.

The only problem is it did not come from my dad, nor did it have the size I expected. The only good thing really is I don't have to worry about the car insurance and it brightens up my living-room. Thanks worlds best flatmate.

My birthday was nice, took the day off work and had lunch with JR, sis Ebba and her boyfriend, Franginho. Since I was off I took the opportunity to go out the day before, so I met with Ebba and we celebrated my last year of youth until early morning. I woke up with a headache, now imagine my older sister, she is already in her 30's. Her head was much worse. We still managed to drink a few bottles of green wine for lunch and I am pretty sure there were a few glasses of Cuba Libre later on as well.

Every year we have a summer party at work, and since we are in amazing Lisbon what not but throw a beach party. Last year, I am told, was great.. Again, not having to go to the office triggered me to have a few glasses in Bairro Alto the day before. I was not alone I tell you, majority did not make the bus the company had hired for us. I, on the other hand, behaved and got there safe and sound?

I have always had a bit of emotional sickness, and on busses it gets worse. So I chose to sit just behind the driver. It was good cos I am quite tall and my legs had enough space that way too. They were conveniently resting on the radio in the front, so I could actually change the music with my toes. Have you ever heard of a TJ, Toe Jockey... I am sure the driver enjoyed it, he actually came back this year and smiled at me.

Right.. this year we went to a slightly different beach. It was still on Costa de Caparica, but so much better. This year we actually had food whereas last year most of my colleagues got too drunk since there was only cheese and caipirinhas to consume. I like cheese, but not queuing so I had to chose.. and the caipirinhas-queue won.

Actually that reminds me of how rude the caipirinha dude was, he once during the day said he would only serve me if I went for a dip in the water and when I came back had to be able to do a four with my legs. Seriously, is that nice to say to a young lady like myself? How rude.

Anyway, I think I manage to flirt myself a caipirinha and drank it whilst doing a four in the water.

This year was supposed to be so different. What went wrong? Ok so my dad likes his drink right, maybe he is the one to blame. Maybe this is all in my genes, it's hereditary. This year, Chuck and I had a small small dinner at the house the night before the party. On the Friday I got to the beach and was in such a good mood that I got high on it. And from then it all went downhill. And later I had to work at the bar.

Jesus-titty-fucking-christ... I wish I could say that was my first experience working drunk but I just remembered an incident in Australia, many many years ago. The good thing then was at least my boss asked me to go home, this night I had to keep on drinking and serve drinks.

Anyhoo, here we are , it is official, no use trying to deny it.... I am a loser. Ask anyone I spoke to at the beach party cos it is very likely I offended them by either suggesting a back-wax or they were present at my very own bus attendant emergency exit show, with a touch of Team America.

It's Oprah, I have to go.