when you gain some you lose some

on our second day in atlanta, i obviously decided to get incredibly shitfaced. as the day before, times a billion.
i had been traveling for well over 50 hours to get to atlanta. first thing we did after arriving was hitting the town in an american fashion. stayed for two nights with two local guys that showed us around. it was a blast, they were amazing guides and company and i loved every second of it. did not want to leave, actually. that is kind of rare.
so. after the first day with very little food, a lot of beer, very little sleep and a LOT of traveling, we climbed rock mountain. the biggest rock in the world. 500m tall or the likes. went down, had breakfast (a slice of pizza) and went to a fucking beer-festival. i got so hilariously pissed. and it continued onwards. went to a garage-party of sorts. played beer-pong and got even drunker. at this point i have slight memory-issues, but i brought my camera and took a ton of pictures. obviously. must have been bugging the hell out of everyone there. i got in a lot of trouble because of my behavior otherwise, too. flipping off people with both hands and cursing like a motherfucker is frowned upon in atlanta.. i had no idea. well. that's humiliating for so many parts.
then we went to grab some more pizza and this is when i have no proper memory of what really happened. i was so embarrassed due to my bloopers i just decided to shut up for as much as possible.

yes. it was like being 14 again. doing all the very typical mistakes just because you lack experience. it hurt, but what the hell, i learned a lot.

the third day, we went to the worlds biggest aquarium. i was so hungover i had no idea which way gravity pulled, even. tried to keep it together, but.
then we left for new orleans. the drive to get there was fun and i became super hyperactive in the backseat and on the motel-room. bugged the hell out of people. couldn't sleep for one bit. and this was the only day during the trip i actually did not drink any alcohol. nor did i eat much either. recipe for disaster.

i was pretty much hyper-active the whole trip. apart from the days after we had been smoking weed. that was when i tended to just chill without being so darn feisty, acute and attention-seeking.

at one point, she told me "i knew you were crazy, but i had no idea it was this bad".