Saturday night (almost dawn)
Look at what time to send this post ... if a couple of years ago you had told me one Saturday to be home this time computer hanging would have said that it was impossible to need "home at 2 am? hahaha, or joke. But life changes us lot in no time, you acquire commitments and responsibilities that either would not have thought (at least at one time) or they are different than you had planted them. And that's when you realize that you already are doing more, that your life is changing faster than you expected or wanted and which, although not like ripe (even by force). I until about two years ago was an "alcoholic" weekend, rare was the cut Saturday did not come home, I drank half Bilbao (or the people whom we were on holiday this weekend). In my crew we did what all young people: first of liters (now have endeavored to call bottle) for we are not out much money, after sharing a drinking glass bars (and germs, but so are antibodies) and finally "the pinch", the only problem is that in my crew I was the only single, the rest or couples or singles ... and of course, in the end I lie with one of my co-singleness and freedom (oh, what can we do, after much searching we both realized that we needed we had to hand). And since then ... saving. Leaving little bit of partying to save and pay us to travel to Dominican Republic (tickets went up and our income), then we stopped going to the movies (including popcorn, drinks, tickets and travel ... a paste) and put in operation the computer as a means of alternative entertainment, and finally did not go out or have a coffee or dinner, because we said that at home (his mother) was better ... and, of course, both savings and my job at that time in a real estate ... made us take the next step: an apartment for us (with his mother to visit, and my parents to fill the fridge from time to time: I love you a Jart). Of course, now to save is an obligation, with interest rates rising and unemployment ... I a pleasure to go. Luckily occasionally go around with the dwarf (our dog), that it would drive me crazy. But then, on Saturday at home at this time and in front of the monitor ... if only you had told me two years ago what was going to be doing now: I have called crazy.
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