I have lost my voice. I can not talk, so it looks like I will be spending my day in solitude. I'm slightly hung over again, so it just goes to show that I am exceptionally slow on the uptake. It's not that I had a lot to drink, it was just the combination that did me in. Last night, Simon, Carey, Daniel and I went to find some dinner, and ended up in some Italian place. The food was pretty good, although I lost some of my appetite when Daniel mentioned that my squid ink pasta looked like worms. When we arrived at the hostel, people began to migrate over to start a drinking game. I play sociables all of the time at home, but I did not want to get pissed, so I politely opted out. The Aussies and I joined the Belgians (Not the Germans, a fact I was enlightened on later in the evening) to make them feel better, I pointed out that I get mistaken as an American all of the time. I don't think their sense of direction is very good though, as it took us close to 45 minutes to get to the bridge (a trip that would normally take 15 minutes) The fireworks began to go off at 1:30 a.m. and I was slightly skeptical that they would be as impressive as everyone had described them to me, but they were. There were bursts of light in nearly every color, and some were so enormous that when they would explode, you could feel things shake in your chest. After the fireworks, we headed for a street party. The music wasn't very good, although I did get excited when Camisa Negra came on. I had explicitly said that no drinking was to occur that evening, but I found a rum and coke in front of me. I don't know how they mix their drinks here, but I can never taste it. I can however certainly feel it the next day. Anyways, by the way I'm writing it sounds like I'm making myself out to be an alcoholic, when really it's not like that at all. After the outdoor thing, Daniel and I left the Germans and headed to Blau, the place we were at the night before. I was convinced that he did not know the way, and that I would have to get us there. But, we arrived safely at 3:30 a.m. The place was packed, and a few minutes later the other two Aussies and the English girls arrived. We spent the rest of the night dancing, and Carey saved me from a scary French man that I had written off to be homosexual. Carl came too, which was an annoyance. He brought up that I had been avoiding him the entire week "You stopped talking to me after that night..." blah blah blah. I didn't see him the rest of the night, but I have a feeling that he will be around the hostel today, as Hatti got her camera stolen at the bar, so they are going to file a police report. I went back to the bar to tell the guys I was leaving, and at this point it was about 5:30 a.m. I ended up giving the Australian a quick kiss, after that damned European double cheek thing. Apparently he and the Brazilian have been exchanging tips.