The art of forgetting a day in life

Updated: Feb 1, 2020

On the island of Lopud. We were drinking, celebrating absolutely nothing. We didn't need any special reason to drink at all. It was a warm summer night and we were drinking gemišt (Croatian drink, mixture of sparkling water and white wine). Sparkling water makes it easier to drink wine, especially if the wine tastes like piss, but after 3-4 glasses of gemišt … that's when the real party starts! So naturally, I had 11 of them. It’s a decent amount, at least I thought so.

There is a couple of things I remember from that evening; I was with my friends, we were singing, lots and lots of gemišt, someone shaving their head off, my friend painting his nipples.. The last thing I remember is me falling asleep on a bathroom floor. One thing I for SURE don’t remember is what day it was. So if you asked me then to count all the days of that week, fully confident, I would probably answer something like: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Seems OK at first, right? Well, read again. Thanks Mr. Gemišt!

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