after amsterdam, i jet setted off to Liverpool a couple weekends later. It was a crazy time full of puke n' rally. It being "Patty's Day" as they call it the city was full of green and drunk Irish people since liverpool is a thirty minute ferry ride to Ireland. It was amazing, one of my best party days of the semester. We started off early drinking as we watched rugby all day, since it happened to be the final of the european cup of rugby (i think thats what it was called, i dunno). At some point though i blacked out and made friends with an Irish guy; who tried so hard he even bought a few drinks for my guy friends i was with. It was nice to finally have the exotic foreign accent and be able to use it to my advantage. After a few free drinks we had to be on our way since hunger had called, being that breakfast was 6 screwdrivers.
apparently mexican food does not exist in euorpe, so we ran to the super market to make our own. After buying another case of beer and having three bags of groceries, we decided to jump over a 10 foot wall which on the other side turns into a 12 foot wall onto a parking lot. Luckily after i handed down the groceries; when i was laughing and jumping/falling off the wall i was caught on the other side safely. the day turned into night and the clubbing continued until around 4, who knows what happened in between besides some horrible dancing, some puking, and hanging out with some of the best Brits around.
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