Fall and rise of a Wednesday night

It was an amazing night yesterday. We met Nacho and Sara and Mariajo and Héctor and Pepi and María and Elena and Andrea and Cecilia and Eric and Vicky and Elisabeth... And all of this in a single narrow barrel used as a table. We were close, very close, and Sara's kilometric legs were suffering a kind of claustrophobic experience, more and more intense as night went by. I arrived all alone to Portland Ale House and, just entering, Nacho found me. He was really friendly. We spoke about his trip to London in 2006 and I thanked him when he told me that I seemed to have been there because of my English level. Then we both were found by Mariajo and Sara. I didn't remember Sara's name (I called her Lourdes) but I did Mariajo's one because that's my sister's name and blood is thicker than wine. We met them last week and it seems they liked us because they have come back. This time they weren't with their friend Davinia but, to compensate that, they brought their lovely friend Ana. Elena came later and we were talking about animals and we discuss about if they are happy or unhappy at the zoo, whether they enjoy or not their lack of freedom. She loves turtles and her favourite teenage mutant ninja turtle was Michelangelo, just like mine. Then Alex fell off the chair. Yes, he fell off the chair and he almost drowned in his own beer but, apparently, he wasn't hurt except in his dignity. He finally recovered from the fall and his shirt (or perhaps his skin) absorved the spilled beer in the blink of an eye. Put the blame on the chair, boys. I was glad to see my classmate Hector there. He was with his girlfriend Pepi and she felt a little bit frightened because she wasn't confident enough with her (paradoxically good) level of English. But, in the end, I think she enjoyed the get together just like the rest of us. Today we have a poker tournament in Alex's house. We'll keep you informed about if he fell off again... Literally or metaphorically.