Saturdays revisited

Escaping from “going up” has nearly become an art form.  I do enjoy partying with my friends.  I really like having beers with the people around here.  But “going up” entails a whole different level of partying.  It means massive money expense, it means an extremely late night, and it means not exactly knowing what happened the night before.

It means pain in the morning.

I’ve suffered pain in my life.  I don’t need to anymore.

So once again I pulled the “hey, I gotta run to the bathroom” or the “pardona me un momento” gambit.  I gave the “I’ll be back in a second” story and the “I’m getting a beer, back soon” line.

In other words it’s midnight and I am safe and happy back in my place.

Tonight was Susanne’s birthday.  We had a little party at the girl’s dorm which was a blast.  There was a ton of people there, decorations, and a painful amount of liquor.  I had a great time.  We made a HUGE mess…and security told us that we could stay until 11 (curfew is 10) as long as we cleaned up.  Well we did the best we could…picked everything up but there were a lot of spills.  Oh well.  Que sera sera I suppose.

So off to San’nick for more drinks.  Good times.  Friends.  Laughter.  Same old same old.  There is a South American guy here; I forget his name that is always saying that it’s the same crowd in the same place…every weekend night.  That is pretty true.  I know I’ve been talking about getting the hell outta here but I’ve yet to really do that.

I wish I could tomorrow but I’ve got several meetings with various people over various projects.  Sigh…another weekend I suppose.

Remind me to talk about Marketing and the textbook soon.

So here I am.  Home.  Rained one but safe and sound.  Life is bien.  

Andrea and I have become pretty good friends now.  She understands that I don’t always want to “go up”.  She gets that I want to hang out with the crowd yet go home at a normal human hour.  I dig her for that.  We can talk about stuff yet go our separate ways.  She really wants to go to the US to study…and she should.  Once she turns 21 at least.

Wow…21.  Tonight was Erica’s birthday.  She’s from SF…the actual City.  She turned 18.  That freaks me out.  But then again…it doesn’t.

I hear thunder.  I hear rain.

Bluche is amazing.  It’s so diverse…so full of people from all over the world.  Today was a Brazilian dance party…all kinds of Brazilians dancing on my balcony.  Tonight was Susanne’s birthday…full of Scandinavians drinking and having a blast.  Who knows what tomorrow will bring…it is all so complex, so diverse, so…complicated…but in a good way.

I find it tough to describe.  There is so much to say about every day…every moment.  I could spend an hour talking about 15 minutes of a class…15 minutes of a Saturday night.  

Security just came to my room…I was playing “The Joker” by the Steve Miller Band too loud.

It’s tough to differentiate the difference between Swiss life and college life sometimes.  This place is both understandable and very confusing at the same time.  

Every day is new…yet the same.