Ugh, I just stumbled out of bed at 10:40am and feel a little light headed. You know you have partied hard when you wake up the next day still drunk. Last night Zdenka and I met up with my father at Milenium Karaoke located on Av. Aviacion near Av. Javier Prado in San Borja. My father decided to meet up with us after having just returned from a wedding in Chaclacayo.
Milenium is by far one of my favorite karaoke bars in Lima, though I must admit the karaoke bars here don't have the same charm as Suki's or the Cheerful Tortise in Portland. We ordered a bottle of Johnny Walker Red Label (it's one of the most popular brands of whiskey here in Peru, I miss Jim Beam, Wild Turkey, and Crown Royal) which is brought out with a bucket of ice and a small pitcher of water, very classy. I did my best to sing Billy Joel's "Just The Way You Are" and did alright I think. After about 3 hours of karaoke goodness we headed off to Pueblo Libre to pick up Zdenka's sister Almendra who was at some house party. In our inebrated state it took us like 25 minutes to locate the street where the party took place (well more like 40 minutes if you count the small fight + pistol whipping that broke out over a controversial photo I took of a certain someone publicly urinating).
After we finally found her we the munchies finally took over and headed to a late night Anticucheria for some anticuchos and picarones. I ate like four HUGE anticucho skewers and most of Zdenka's picarones, BEWARE of the hungry drunk skinny guy! Bellys full and late night desires satisfied we dropped Zdenka and Almendra off at their home around 4am and head home where I would crash half naked on my bed only to awake the next day with half my pillow in my mouth with face covered in droll/saliva. GOD I love Saturday's.
On a side note, I came across this video on JD's Man Stories, one of my favorite websites. The video is fairly PG13 so it shouldn't offend too many people. I don't normally get British humor but this sketch definitely made me laugh. Enjoy!
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