RJ 19/03/1989 Sunday
Man, I haven’t had a hangover this fucked up for months! No wonder: I drank beer and wine and cachaça. I can’t think straight. Last night Kiko and Barbosa picked me up to go to the party at Kiko’s place, which is near my place. When I got there Leo, Sherlock, Deo, Wilson, Orsay, Allan, Mario, Cecilia were there. Keyla, Ana, Gustavo, Vinicius, Claudio didn’t go. Sherlock, Deo and Leo made me go back home to get the photos I had developed (excursion, bbq, graduation party). We got back to the party and I attacked the beer. Soon after Silvana, Gisele and Renatinha arrived. No one else from the gang went. Gustavo didn’t go, I called his house and he had gone out. Where to?
So, we had a laugh, drinking and talking. I went up to Allan and asked how was his girlfriend. He said they were finished, but I just left it at that.
The beer finished and almost everyone went. It was me, Deo, Sherlock, Barbosa, Orsay, Gisele, Silvana, Renatinha, Kiko and Allan. There were four cars and we ended up at the Alto, in a hidden bar, in the middle of the jungle with an amazing view of Barra beach, the place is called Chantyvalle.
I downed three drinks but I didn’t feel too drunk, or paranoid, or out of control. We stayed there only for 1.5 hours and came home at 3am. In the car it was me, Barbosa, Allan and Kiko. Kiko took ages getting in the car, trying to make me go in the back with Allan, but I wasn’t having it and went in the front. I got home at 3:30 and slept until 9. I dreamt me, Gustavo and some other people were doing some amazing surfing on huge waves. I also dreamt Ayrton Senna and Xuxa were here at home… What a trip! I woke up because of the heat, noise and drank a lot of water, but everything is spinning, my head hurts, I feel nauseous…