Ladies' night

By the time I get to Thursday evening I'm so tired and outworn I just get on the bus and stare at nothing particularly. I go home, have a snack and climb the stairs to my room. And actually am surprised that I don't have to write lesson plans, in fact I don't have anything to do, at least nothing of the kind I'm capable of at that time of the day. So I just write my little blog. But today I don't have the nerve to write a book review again, besides, there are already plenty of them around, so I've chosen my girls' night out as topic.
Last Friday I went to Krisztina Tóth's reading with my sister, then I met a friend from the uni, whom I hadn't seen for almost a year. She was half an hour late, so I was sitting on my own with my glass of sangria, staring at the guys, I mean students, and realized once again that 1) there was nobody I could recognize, 2) I could have sat there for ages without anyone noticing me. I thought hey, where are the vultures? Or am I really aging?
Don't think I'm the outgoing type. Actually I spent my student years as a nun, at least compared to "typical" students. When I was at the second year I used to go out on Fridays, but only with some of my high school friends. We usually sat and drank, not much in my case, then one day I realized I was just sitting there with my wine 'n' coke, solving a crosswords puzzle.
So last Friday I met this friend of mine, and I met her on purpose, cause I knew she is the wild type. Actually, the first hour or so was no big deal as we mainly shared our experiences about company courses and teacher training, etc. Sadly most of my friends are English teachers one way or another, and first thing when we meet we spend about an hour complaining and exchanging teaching tips.
On that particular night I drank three glasses (not bottles!) of sangria without much effect, except that we spent the night talking silly and obscene things, just like what you see on Sex and the City, except that we aren't cosmo girls (and don't look anything close to that). Of course I don't know which way the better.
So that was my big night out, sangria-sipping and gossiping, wondering what had changed. Funny thing is I panicked on the night bus cause they had modified the route since I had last used it. Looking around I felt an outcast, as I wasn't drunk and was alone. One of the guys was shouting the secret of life, namely you gotta make a lot of money, fuck a lot, and take a lot of drugs. And probably he was right.