Milhan also made a very sweet speech which was lovely. We said, 'Aww, that's so sweet!' He replied, 'I know.' He is hilarious.
We went to Novi after this, where I spent a lot of time talking to Ivan and Patrick. Then we went to Spoons. I failed to convince Ivan to stay, but Patrick stayed, and so it was him, me, Kaara, Luiza, Milhan, Milhan's friend from Sri Lanka, and a girl that knew Luiza whom I didn't know.
As a general matter, Spoons is gross; but it's also free. The latter probably contributes a lot to the former. It's rough, it's dodgy, it's full of strange people, the floor is sticky with spilt beer and other assorted alcohol, and someone spilled his beer on me. Despite drinking quite a bit (wine and prosecco over dinner, two G&Ts at Novi, two shots of tequila and a G&T at Spoons), I didn't feel drunk at all, but managed to shake off my usual Asian awkwardness and had fun.
I got into bed at 4am. I got out of bed at 12.30pm. Despite not being drunk, I've been feeling rather hungover the whole day. More importantly, I have been feeling like a fucking whale. So: no alcohol until my trip to Nice on 2 September. This beach body needs to be ready, dammit, for it is currently non-existent.
This entry sucks but I have a headache so I will leave it at that.