Skateboarding <3

With my nephew we go to the skatepark that is two blocks from our home. I think if he rides his skateboard for an hour or two he may get home relaxed and tired, so my sister doesn’t have to get stressed with the mess that he always does. Besides, he is really good, I mean, he is just 5 years old and he is capable of make ollies and different kind of tricks.

This is a picture of him riding his skateboard. I took it like three weeks ago, the last weekend that I could went out with him. Now I can’t because I work all weekends. I love this picture because he is so concentrated and he is putting his lips together, he just looks lovely for me. He uses to do that when he gets concentrated. It also makes me remember the times that we have spent together. Besides it is his favorite picture of himself (: 

I blame the winter

My memories of my best drunk story are a little confusing. I think I remember half of all the things that happened to me in just one night. I don’t use to drink much alcohol, and when I start drinking, I get immediately dizzy, so I prefer to stop. That day I didn’t realize when I needed to stop. I blame the winter and cold weather.

I went to a friend’s birthday on July, last year I think. I drank piscola, a mix of pisco and coke. With just one glass I felt so happy, so I started dancing, laughing and even hugging a dog. I continued drinking, because the weather was so cold that I thought I needed alcohol to feel warm. After an hour, (I think, I don’t trust myself), I started feeling so warm and really dizzy. I drank the whole bottle of pisco without even realizing.

I immediately regretted. I just wanted to be in my bed, sober, and conscious of what I was doing, I mean, my body was doing. I think the worst part was that I wanted to feel okay, I wanted to walk on a straight line, and talk clearly, but I couldn’t. When I got home, I lied down on my bed and I didn’t know about the world until the next day, when I threw up eight times, seriously EIGHT times.