A Friday night

Yesterday started as a quiet, fairly passive day. I had to get up in the morning and meet with my vice-president of ESN (Erasmus Student Network - you should be familiar with that) in order to go buy a Christmas present for another section of ESN; it's like a secret Santa kind of thing, every section buys a Christmas present for one section but this section doesn't know from who they are getting the present. So we bought some chocolates and souvenirs from Zadar.

Later I returned home and for the rest of the day I barely moved from the couch. I had to translate a text for my homework, waste my time on Facebook, write some emails etc. After all the hard work and time spent on Facebook, I finally had to get up and make dinner for my roomie and me. So I went to the store and among other stuff that I bought, I bought popcorn because I thought it's gonna be a quiet evening with some movie or TV show or something. I was wrong.

My flatmate and me were sitting on the couch, doing nothing, when she looked at me and said: "Ante said he's bringing wine and coming here in an hour". Ante is my flatmate's friend who I met once (actually twice, but the first time I was sleeping when he peeped into my room so that doesn't really count). I thought she was joking or that he was just messing, but she said he's coming for sure, with the booze and a friend. We didn't plan to go out at all since we're completely broke these days, but you know, what you gotta do, you gotta do. After all, you can't refuse guests, especially when they're bringing wine.

So, we changed from pijamas into some more appropriate clothes, guys came with a couple of bottles of wine and a bottle of medica (honey liquor but Croatian style, meaning quite strong) and the party started.

Alcohol, YouTube DJ, guitar, laughter, singing from the top of our voice (we're just waiting the complaints from our landlord) and then going out. There was a folk-music concert in Hitch bar; of course we went there. Ivana and me were dancing like crazy, not so much because we enjoyed the music but because we were in that going-out-and-doing-stupid-things kind of mood. We didn't pay any attention to the singer whose concert it was, we were sufficient to ourselves.

Later we switched clubs and went to Maraschino bar. There Ivana and me pretended (again) that we weren't Croatian - she was Sofia from Russia and I was Brigitte from France. We did that the last time we went out together and it was hilarious. It seems that guys in Zadar really love foreign girls - they were sticking to us like flies to honey. The funniest thing was that we were playing and messing with people, inventing stories and telling a different one to each one of them. We can be real children sometimes.

Anyway, when we got to Maraschino last night, they were playing Croatian songs so we went straight to the DJ and asked him, in bad English, of course, if he could change the music to some electro/house or at least some English one because we don't understand Croatian songs. He didn't feel very touristy so he just kept on playing Croatian music. And the songs were very good, or we were just in a good mood, so it was quite difficult for us foreigners not to sing along.

When Maraschino closed, we went to Ante's place to take Nutella because it's normal that you feel like eating Nutella and drinking at 6 am. Already in the car Nutella started disappearing, but it managed somehow to survive till we got back to our apartment. So there we were, in the morning, sitting at the table, eating bread and 'Tella, drinking what was left of medica, leading conversations that only people after a whole night out can lead. Ante felt free to go and take a shower, walk around in his underwear - he took it seriously to make himself like home. My dear Ivana took the shower next and it took her for ages, due to, as she told us later when we woke up, the fact that she fell asleep under it. Plus, she probably fell in the shower because she woke up this afternoon with a painful bruise on her leg. Eh, Ivana, Ivana...

Finally, an hour or two later, we went to sleep. Ivan (the other guy, Ante's friend) had to get up in 2 hours or so because he had to go picking olives with his family. I had to get up in 2 hours as well because I had to go to the post office and send that Christmas present. To make the thing worse, I was supposed to meet with my vice-president Marija in front of the post office. And what happened? I put the alarm but in the meantime my phone died and of course, it didn't ring when supposed to. When I woke up, it was already 10:20 (I was supposed to meet with Marija at 10). I felt so bad. Poor Marija was waiting for me for 20 minutes. So I told her that I got stuck and that I couldn't let her know because my phone died. She wasn't mad, though I actually wanted her to be mad at me because she had all the right. I felt and still feel terrible for that. I have to make it up to her somehow.

Then, the next beautiful thing that happened - my laptop died. Well, not really died, but almost. Something happened to it during our cheerful night, and the screen went completely nuts. Since we were about to go out, we just shut it down and left. So now I turned it on, Windows tried to repare something (system or whatever) but couldn't. I didn't know what to do (and no, Ivan, my laptop is not full of viruses! ) so I shut it down again and went back to sleep. Ivan overslept as well, because his phone was dead as well, and his sister who was supposed to pick him up at home wasn't very happy with it. I wonder how he made it, picking olives the whole day after a night of drinking and 2 hours of sleep.

And today... Well today was what yesterday was meant to be. We got up around 2, had coffee, some light breakfast and went to Ante's place to make lunch because he has a barbecue. We played the lottery on the way, convinced we're gonna win. The whole day was a total chillout, making fish on a barbecue/in the oven, potato salad, feeling tired and silly. Lunch turned into dinner because it was already 6 or 7 pm when we finished it, and oh my, what a good dinner it was!

Feeling hungry again now when I'm writing this. Maybe I could make those popcorn that I bought yesterday, haha

We didn't win the lottery. It was a set-up. They tricked us, they drew the wrong numbers, I mean 5 wrong numbers, two of them were good. But Ivana and me agreed now that there is a possibility that it wasn't a fraud after all but that the jackpot was just not big enough for us. So we will play on Wednesday again (nobody won the jackpot today). Till then, we decided to visit every bar in the area and ask if they need someone to work from time to time, like in the weekends or when someone of the staff has a day off etc. We joked we're gonna tell them we're coming in a tandem, a bartender and a waitress, but we can cover one another because we both know how to do both jobs, plus we're very good at making cocktails. I think this is an offer nobody will be able to refuse, especially if we tell them we will both work for one paycheck (because, you know, the paycheck won't be so important when you consider all the tips we're gonna get, haha). So full of ideas. Of course, that's just until we win the lottery. Then we have other things planned.

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