Less than a week 2 go
Some are excited that it's only 4 sleeps til Christmas, but fuck Santa Claus; I only have 6 sleeps til the high snowy peaks & deep jungle valleys of South America!
I was going to update the blog yesterday with a week before departure, but I thought I would wait until today cause 'Less than a week 2 go' sounds even sooner. 2 days left of work, before reality will start to hit home that I won't be returning after the standard Christmas holidays. In fact the more I think about it, I don't think it will hit home until I reach the end of customs in Santiago.
Well I promised to go out with a bang, and that I did. The Christmas party got messy so me and some compadres thought that we would head to the Croft to check out Dexter play. I was a little shit faced (slightly under exagerated) but that didn't hold me back from opening my own personal bar for myself (pouring my compadres & I too many vodka & vodka & vodka drinks) whilst we perched on the private balcony that is the top of the stairwell next to the ice machine and merrily passed out.
A Rattas woke me probably half an hour later so I could be told that home time was upon us. Stumbling down the alley when sickness shall avail & throw behind a bin and much more that many probably stepped in!
Hang-overs are a bitch aren't they?
Stay tuned, the chronicles of Sanchez are about to begin.
I was going to update the blog yesterday with a week before departure, but I thought I would wait until today cause 'Less than a week 2 go' sounds even sooner. 2 days left of work, before reality will start to hit home that I won't be returning after the standard Christmas holidays. In fact the more I think about it, I don't think it will hit home until I reach the end of customs in Santiago.
Well I promised to go out with a bang, and that I did. The Christmas party got messy so me and some compadres thought that we would head to the Croft to check out Dexter play. I was a little shit faced (slightly under exagerated) but that didn't hold me back from opening my own personal bar for myself (pouring my compadres & I too many vodka & vodka & vodka drinks) whilst we perched on the private balcony that is the top of the stairwell next to the ice machine and merrily passed out.
A Rattas woke me probably half an hour later so I could be told that home time was upon us. Stumbling down the alley when sickness shall avail & throw behind a bin and much more that many probably stepped in!
Hang-overs are a bitch aren't they?
Stay tuned, the chronicles of Sanchez are about to begin.
posted by Sanchez at 6:11 PM
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