One of my favorites Fridays

My best drunk story was in the year 2014. In that year I was in Coyhaique, in my last year of school. I specially remember that day because it was an union between my past and, in that moment, my present; the people I knew since I was a kid, and the people who I knew in that year.

I invited my classmates to my house that Friday. They come with a lot of beer and wine. We had to get drunk, because we had to go to a school party, and there we can´t drink alcohol. Anyway, we drink the most of the beer and then we went to the school. There was a little boring. We stayed there like two hours, and then we returned to my house.

In the journey of the return began the good part of the night. We passed in front of a bar. There was a group of drunk people. They were the friends of my childhood, I didn´t saw them in years. They recognized me first, we talked a moment and they went to my house, with more beer in their hands.

We talked with my childhood friends about the past, the good moments when we were kids. But then a classmate appeared in the door with three foreign girls, one was american, other Australian, and the last was French.

All the people in that house talked a lot, about anything. Outside was raining, so I was happier. With the foreign girls we talked about their culture, and all about their countries. The sense of the alcohol and marihuana in my body, the good conversations with my childhood friends, my classmates, and with the foreign girls, and the constant rain; made that Friday one of the best that I remember.