The happiest of all birthday wishes to our Naomi on her 23rd birthday today!!
It's a miracle that today I'm not nursing the world's greatest hangover from last night but thank god because it would have put a real damper on everything. After a couple weeks of Eddie and Emily planning the whole thing, we managed to pull off the biggest birthday surprise party for Naomi! As we took turns in breaking the news to her that we'd all be away for this weekend, we had an early celebratory lunch on Friday at the restaurant on Barrañan beach. It was sweet and lovely but I somehow managed to slip up about it 3 times which earned me a few face-fuls of Eddie's cigarette smoke to which I fully deserved. I count my idiot mouth lucky that Naomi was already engrossed in another conversation at the other end of the table to have heard any mishaps.
Yesterday's party took place in a cute apartment above a cafe close to the Marina and it was so great it cost us nothing but a down payment on the bar. We all chipped in to put money towards it in return for an excessive number of drinks tokens that I didn't come close to using up. Harley brought Naomi over under the guise of having to stop by a colleague's place to pick something up en route to meeting a few others for drinks. And then around the corner.. SURPRISE!! The night was so much fun. We danced until our feet hurt and then moved on to Pelicano, a night club by the marina where Naomi had booked a table for the few that had told her would be around this weekend.
It might have been the first proper club club I've ever been too - it was insane. Strobe lights and dance floors and girls and boy everywhere. We skipped the queue with Naomi's booking and were led to a private leather-seated area with our own table and booth loaded with even more alcohol. I think I must have peaked already before we even set foot in the club because I very quickly got to a point of just swaying in a completely spaced out drunken state before I decided to say my goodbyes and head home. After getting lost trying to find the exit and stumbling around in circles and up and down the stairs, I made it home, stripped down to my underwear and sat on my sofa force feeding myself rice cakes and hummus. The problem with nights out in Coruña is that there never seems to be any post-drink food places open to absorb the rest of the alcohol that isn't danced off and so I made do with what I had, knowing that sleeping on an empty stomach while still intoxicated would be the most hateful act on my body for the morning after.
It was such a great night. So much fun and full of so much love and laugher and.. sweat. Here's to another Coruña weekend.