Birthday parties and how to catch a cold - Questionable Life Choices

Well, here in Italy your 18th birthday is a big deal, you're legally an adult, you can vote, you can buy smoke and booze without using your grandma's ID... stuff like that. Lots of people throw a huge party to celebrate, inviting fifty and more people, partying all night, drinking a lot, in short, making a lot of mess. Not my style but I respect it. 

Last Saturday it was one of my classmate's birthday and he threw such a party that looked more like a marriage than a birthday, with almost a hundred people invited, along my whole class, crowding a hole club on the outskirts of a town near my home city. I can say that when I opened the door in that overwhelming and crowded place, with shitty music so loud that I could barely hear my thoughts, I looked dead in the eyes my cousin, who was also invited, signaling her that I would have taken many, many smoke breaks. Long story short, I spent most of the party outside in the club's parking lot with my cousin and some of my classmates, smoking, chatting, drinking some beers and cocktails and laughing at the stupid shits the wasted friends of the birthday boy.

All well and fun, unless here in November the weather is absolutely freezing (below zero as an avarege) and, even if at first I had my beautiful military goth leather coat, after going in and out a couple of times, my coat was long forgotten and here I was, standing outside at night in the middle of November, just in a tank top and a light botton-up shirt, Lucky Strike in a hand, Union Pivo in the other, a shitty combo (Laško is better) but it somehow kept me from freezing.

In the end, here I am, with my throat hurting like hell and a cough that makes my lungs cough up. I should have at least brought down my scarf if not my whole ass coat, but no I'm stupid and now I would feel like shit for at least a week.

So, remember kids, if you want to escape a party while blackening your lungs, bring with you a jacket of something if it's cold as fuck.