So here we are again, with a tale to tell and truths to be told!
On Wednesday some of my lovely friends from Canoa were in Quito for the Ecuador vs Brazil match. Unfortunately I couldn't make it to the game because I had an interview* for the deputy position in the primary school in the afternoon and had to work. However I decided it would be fun to go up to Quito and catch up with folks after the game.
Adri and I headed up for an early dinner at our favourite Mexican. Hmmm...I mentioned truth, well one of the guys who works there is very good looking and I rather like to admire him while I eat! Also the food is great - I'm slowly working my way through the menu!
Afterwards the only possible destination was Finn's. We were both shattered and hoped the guys and gals would turn up fairly quickly! By the time they reached us it was about 8pm and Adri was flagging - I on the other hand had had a couple of beers and was getting into the idea of being sociable and staying out!
We realised they had arrived when we saw a shock of blonde hair heading towards us - yes it was Frans the crazy Dutchman! Maija was also there and one of her friends from back home. We all got chatting and were having a lovely time - I knew I couldn't face more beer having had a couple and decided to have a Cuba Libre. By 9pm Adri needed to go - she really wasn't very well - I on the other hand was getting probably about my 4th/5th 'wind' of the day. Also I don't see these guys very often; was having fun and felt especially naughty because it was a school night. I decided to stay.
As the evening and the Cuba Libres progressed, Frans and I decided a little dancing was in order and that we should get others to join us. I picked a fairly attractive Ecuadorian girl for him and he picked...A REALLY UGLY GERMAN GUY FOR ME - cheers Frans, mate! I pointed out his misdemeanor (after dancing with the poor confused guy - briefly!). Frans and I danced a little more and then decided to cause mischief elsewhere!
I returned to the bar - my order was...'A small sensible Cuba Libre for myself and a large silly Canoan Cuba Libre for Frans...'
Amazingly, four drinks appeared - I realised later that it was 2 for 1 on Cuba Libres, but at the time it seemed quite magical! Jon (lovely chap behind the bar), kindly colour coded the straws so I knew which were mine and which were for Frans. Later I got in to the habit of just ordering one drink and giving Frans the spare one - he was a happy chappy!
I was having a marvellous time being silly with Frans; chatting with Maija and introducing myself to new people I didn't know in the bar!
At some point, at an unspecified time, dancing on the bar seemed like a marvellous endeavour. (Yup...I know, really not sensible behaviour for a school night, but I was having SO MUCH FUN!)
I intended to go clubbing - but in the time it took me to say goodbye to all my new found friends and pay the bar tab, I'd lost them. At this point I should have got into a taxi and gone home - unfortunately my sensible head was not in evidence on Wednesday night...so I went back into the pub for another half hour or so. Have to be honest I really don't know what the time was by that point but I'm absolutely certain I was beyond caring! I'm also safe in the knowledge that I was being very witty and entertaining!
At an unspecified time before dawn, I got home - thank you Mr Taximan!
As you can imagine, Thursday morning came around far too quickly and the thought of going to school was not really my preferred option. So, I skived - bad Fi! I texted all the relevant people and thought all was done and dusted. Until I got a phone call just before 9am - they needed my desk keys and my classroom assistant was coming around to get them - sheesh!
Ooops, hang on a minute, missed a bit of the story. My friend Sanne called at 6am, YES, 6AM! To tell me that she had arrived at terminal terrestre in Quito - my response after working out who it was, wasn't entirely favourable and she said she'd call back in a few hours. I was pretty pissed off by the call - I know it was her time of arrival, and had I checked facebook the night before, I would have known of her impending arrival. But even so - 6AM!
Now, after Carolina left, Sanne rang again - she was about to get a taxi to Cumbaya. By this point I knew that I was not gonna be allowed to sleep and that this was my penance for staying off school. I headed off to meet her at about 9.30am at Supermaxi, where I also purchased suitable fry up ingredients.
After food and tea, I was feeling considerably more human again and settled in to a lovely relaxing day with Sanne - catching up on the times since we last saw each other in Buenos Aires. (I did have pangs of guilt every now and again and only fully relaxed after 3pm, when the school day was officially over).
On Friday I went to school, where several people asked if I was okay after falling over - apparently this was the story going round of why I hadn't been in the previous day. It was tricky, I told people I hadn't slept well; felt shit; bit of a dodgy tum. All true, but all hangover related. I also felt really bad because Claire has had a really bad fall and was on hefty painkillers and Adriana had bad sinuses. Ho hum!
Obviously, I don't usually go out on a Wednesday night and get into a state that means missing school the next day and it's not something I intend to make a habit of...but it did do me good! Also considering the amount I remember, I can't of been that bad.
*I didn't get the promotion, but not because of my drunken antics. I apparently gave the best interview (so Justin tells me), but they really want me to continue working on the curriculum role that I took on earlier this year. I am happy to do this and apparently will actually be given regular time to devote to improving the curriculum in the primary school - WOOHOO!
**If anyone from work reads this...umm...sorry!
