celebration?

My weekend was crazy enough. Both days, Friday and Saturday i went out with some of my ex classmates from the early days in school, for not to mencion Sunday. The Friday we went to the house of a lady friends of one of my friends, near to the Simon Bolivar Metro, who is, by the way, a very idiot person, and we were partying until 6 when we were kicked up by her noble and calm personality, ending some of us and because of that, in another friends house...
After that, more drinks and a couple of little fights whit non bad feelings involved, i arrive to my place near 8 o’clock, and no one notice it. So in the afternoon my mother was histeric because i lost my celphone that night too and she couldnt keep in touch with me, non of my friends know either were i really was so everyone tought that i was half dead in some corner of santiasco.

But i just was sleeping in my room!

Then the next day we party in a friends house near to Metro Los Orientales, and that...we make some scandal, but we dindt practice any kind of vandalism.

So, why i consider this a wild wekend? In fact, i dont. And why? Because it has some factors that are “piantes” for not to say “wild” (its to “nerd” or “snob” if we dont forget our chilean origins jajajajaj) but the are not all reunited to make it memorable: the both days i have lagoons wich i dont remember what happend, there was some violence that still cost me my beloved elbow, i was tought dead and i lost my cellphone only becouse that kind of things happens to me, and a lot, a lot of alcohol and maybe, we will never know, illigal drugs jajaja (...no, we will never do that :O).