It’s officially Monday in my part of the world, and in a few hours it’s back to the office again. This was probably the laziest Sunday ever. Went straight home after church because my dad wanted to catch the boxing match (Mayweather and whoever his opponent was) but it ended before we got home anyway. I had one of the best naps in my life, probably due to hangover’s late reaction, but it was glorious. I wouldn’t trade those 4-5 hours for anything in my life. Sleep is definitely the best luxury anyone can have.
A chill night with friends beats the whole loud scene in my book. Or maybe because I’ve grown older (I’m not sure about the wiser part) that I prefer quiet nights (not necessarily mouth quiet because we were overly loud in that cafe) with friends versus the whole clubbing thing. I used to love clubbing so much–I still do now, just not as much as before but if I were to choose a Saturday night it would be along the lines of last night.
Lots of beers were involved, lots of shouting and stories and jokes and laughter. We started early so we didn’t end too late, just after midnight where some of us got into a food coma because they decided to stuff their faces with glorious food after the whole beer session and the search for an empty karaoke bar and to no avail, therefore pigging out ensued. I got home headache-y but definitely satisfied of the nights activities. Sunday morning was quite a struggle but cold shower on my face did the trick. Overall, this weekend was well balanced. Til the next, mes amis.
