Friday

Slept 8 hours, finally. Got to work, absolutely no clients at all. Organizers decide that if by 1pm nobody arrives, they close those rooms for the day, and that's exactly what happens.

After lunch and helping out colleagues rotating for lunch, by 3pm I'm out of there. Pretty cool.

Have a coffee and dinner set up with american friends, but during coffee my friend receives news his daughter broke her arm in Basketball practice. Dinner is rescheduled for next week.

Since my plans got cut short, I decide to accept another invitation to go to a friend's birthday night out.

I go to a concert, I don't like the band, but I'm with some of my best friends. Since the music isn't appealing, I drink a whole lot of beer, and I get quite drunk. By the end of the night I thought I might have to end my no-puking record that I have going on for some years now. Luckily I'm pretty good reading by own body language.

Got home, and I still read the messages people left me on Facebook, congratulating me on my birthday. Well... Facebook fake birthday. Still, a load of fun.