I was getting ready for a st Patrick's day celebration. It's a must-do thing for a beer lover like me. I picked a black short skirt and a dotted t-shirt.
"What do you think?", I asked my mother.
"I don't know. Why are you asking me, I don't understand these kind of things."
"Because, Mother, you always have opinion. What do you think?"
"That skirt is really too short."
I put on as much powder as I could so I would cover the traces of 2 days not sleeping. And a red lipstic too. Gave my outfit a second look and this time I thought; the skirt really is too short.
Took all of, dressed a nice grey pants, a black shirt and googled "how to tie a tie". After the first attempt of trying to tie a
Four in hand knot, I managed to do it right.
On my way out, mother said "See how nice you look now." I thanked her, took my 2-weeks-in-advance-birthday-present from grandma (money) and went to catch a bus nicely dressed.
My dearest friend and I picked a nice place to drink some fine dark beer and orderd two Crne kraljice ("Black queen") and a french fries. Later on, her boyfriend came to meet us and join the drinking.
"You're in Zagreb?" - I got a txt message from mine.
"Yeah, wanna join us?"
45 minutes later he joined us. So the unplanned double-date begun.
"Lets go somewhere else, we can't smoke here" someone said (I can't remember who, the all 3 of them are a smokers, I'm not)
"Arrrrrg fine. Let me drink my beer first" I said reluctantly, and took 5 more minutes to finish it.
Finally we arrived at a place where you couldn't see a finger in front of you because of all the smoke. Plus, it was like 28 °C. Except my eyes hurting from all the smoke, and lungs trying to tell me "Get out of here, I can't breathe" it was fun. Had a beer and a tequila to mix it a bit.
"Hey, do you want to see a tie trick?" I asked my boyfriend.
"Sure", he said.
"Hold this please?" I pointed to my nice black tie. "Now pull in." He does, and as we got close, we started to make out. I guess he liked the trick.
Around midnight I decided it was time to go home. I said goodbye to my dearest friend and her boyfriend. Mine went to walk me to my bus, not so happy about it because he wanted me to spend the night at his place. I desperately needed some 12-hours sleep so I went home.
An hour and a half later, I was in my bed. Happy and a little drunk. It was a well celebrated st Patrick's day.