Rock Me

Last night was too much fun! Seriously. So fun that many of us had a hard time staying awake during our classes this morning. (It didn´t help that our 1st class of the day, Art History, was at 9am...for two solid hours...in the dark. Yay PowerPoint)

We are all so tired today because last night was Kathleen´s 20th birthday celebration. The night went as follows:

9p- we students arrive at Lucy´s house and go to the 2nd floor apartment. We didn´t wanna keep the family up.
9:10- break out the Pisco! (Peruvian wine...tastes more like gin)
9:15- group Pisco shot in honor of Kathleen
9:30- start playing a Peruvian drinking game, ¨Hello Mr. J¨. A lot like Kings.
(I don´t play because I have a cold. Didn´t need to drink too much...)
10:00´- turns into ¨never have I ever¨. Too much fun.
11ish- decide to go to a hookah bar near the Plaza de Armas
11:15- find out it´s closed

Pause for STORY TIME!
As we wander down the sidewalks of downtown, thinking of where to go now, we end up linking arms. There´s about 10 of us, so we split into little groups, walking down the street, laughing and hugging each other. Some of it was to support the more *cough cough* intoxicated people. (I was definitely sober and enjoying every minute watching everyone else!) Next thing I know, David yells from behind, ¨Love attack!¨ or ¨Love hug!¨ or SOMETHING. Basically, he and a few other girls come running up from behind, still linked, and they engulf my group. Then the 7 or so of us chase the next group down the sidewalk and attack them. It was a moment I´ll never forget!

11:30- finally decide to go to a bar owned by several Peruvian guys we know well

Until 2 this morning, I danced and danced. And danced. With my girlfriends. With one of the bar owners for a while. With the boys in the group. We were the only people in this small, one-room bar, so we took over the place and had a blast! I finally left with David and Ned (Dr. Mangan´s younger cousin who´s the nanny for her kids). We laughed the whole taxi ride home and kept saying, what a night!

When I finally flopped on my bed at about 2:30 this morning, I remembered something funny from earlier. We had played the song ¨Wagon Wheel¨ back at the party, and David, Ned, Kate and I had sung at the top of our lungs. At any other time or place, it would´ve made me sad. I would´ve missed North Carolina and being at home, watching my daddy pick this song on the banjo on the front porch. But last night, this song perfectly captured how we felt! We were rockin out (if you can do that to Bluegrass) and were totally carefree! Listen and enjoy like we did...



Wagon Wheel

Headed down south to the land of the pines
And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
Starin' up the road
And pray to God I see headlights

I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh
I can see my baby tonight

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me

I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband
My baby plays the guitar
I pick a banjo now

Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now
Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain't a turnin' back
To livin' that old life no more

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me

Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly
Had a nice long toke
But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee

And I gotta get a move on fit for the sun
I hear my baby callin' my name
And I know that she's the only one
And if I die in Raleigh
At least I will die free