My mother isn’t going to want to read this, but my new roommates are animals and have been partying for about…14 hours now. They went out for most of it, but I woke up to techno beats blaring in the living room. Lucky for me, I can sleep through anything, so it’s not like the music actually woke me up, but just the fact that they’re still going at 11am is astounding. I’m not sure if I should be impressed? I would most likely be dead by this point.
Not wanting to leave my room, I spend some time on my laptop. I feel like this goes without saying, but I am clearly NOT in party mode. Eventually I really have to pee though so I make a quick break and leap across the hall to the washroom. I’m certain I was spotted, and now I’ve made it weird. Well, weirder. I consider showering but even that seems like a poor idea because our washroom doesn’t have a lock on the door, and it would be too easy for a less-than-sober human to be unaware and just walk in.
It’s weird having a bunch of strangers in your house when you wake up.
I try to make myself look as presentable as possible given the circumstances, say a quick hello to my roomies and their guests, and get the hell outta there. I don’t want to be an awkward shut-in, but I’m also not about to crack a beer and join them. By the time I leave it’s 2pm…which means they’re on hour 17.
In some ways, this has been a good push to get me out of the house and take a nice aimless walk through my neighbourhood. It’s a beautiful, sunny, 23 degree day, so I take myself down to the beach.
Almost all of my friends are away this weekend, visiting different countries or cities around Spain. I don’t feel like I can afford such a luxury on 13 hours of work a week, so I have yet to explore beyond the parameters of this wonderful city. Living here doesn’t exactly evoke a burning desire to go on a weekend getaway anyway. I’m quite content.
I dress in regular clothing, not planning to do any sun tanning or swimming, but there are MANY people in the water today. Much more than I would have expected, but I guess everyone is trying to squeeze a few more days out of summer.
I walk down along the beach and do literally nothing. I need to go invest in a good book…but even with nothing to do I am more than happy to sit with the sun on my face and nothing but the sound of the waves and happy beach-goers around me. I manage to waste 5 hours just wandering around and finding cute spots to sit. The time actually flies. I decide it’s time to go home again when I start to get chilly. The sun has lowered itself behind most of the buildings and I am in perpetual shade for my walk home. I hear music blaring when I get to the first floor of my building and roll my eyes. Is this even possible? For my roommates to be nearing 24 hours of non-stop partying?
No. it’s not. The music is just coming from one of the first floor rooms. When I read my floor I hear silence, and when I open the door there isn’t so much as one light on in the entire place. They’ve finally gone to sleep. I take this time to shower and get comfortable for a quiet night in. It’s just pirating TV series and eating snacks in bed for me tonight. At least my roomies will be on the same page this evening.