Diary. Listen.
You know I love you, and I know you love me. And that’s why I know you’ll forgive me that I just wasn’t able to write to you earlier. Today I just had no chance to write to you. And I’m not sure I’m in the right condition to write to you now. But screw it, I’ll do it anyway.
Today was Bündelstag. Most of the ponies don’t know what this is, but dude, I know what that means. On Bündelstag you grab your best friends, the biggest hoofcart you can find, and than you just load every single drop of alcohol you can find into right this cart. After you finished that, you take this hoofcart with you while you just wander anyway. You know, you don’t set a real goal, you just keep walking until you find a place to enjoy, and while you’re walking there’s one important rule: Your cup mustn’t EVER be empty! You keep drinking and walking, and walking and drinking. And it’s totally awesome! You have your best friends with you and just wander through Equestria and get drunk. Actually sounds like a quite stupid practice, but I swear, it’s totally worth it. I hadn’t had so much fun for a long time, and I surely wasn’t this hammered for an even longer time. But there were so many awesome ponies I love, like Lyra, Bon Bon, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Derpy and of course Octy. Even Spike accompanied us for a while! We were out for about three hours until we reached the next city, Dodge Junction, which isn’t even far away, not even two kilometers. But this short distance was enough for us all to get totally drunk. Sweet Celestia, if I think about all the drinks we had… Captain Trixie, Canterlot Standard Vodka, Applejack Daniels, Daringmeister… I’m just like totally brain afk right now! It’s a miracle I’m even able to write to you. I think, if I wasn’t a unicorn, I couldn’t do this. My magic is like auto correction, if I would write this all by hoof, oh my, nopony could read this. Ij nx, yiu’rr awesime. See? No chance.
But I feel surprisingly alright. I just came home, ate a great sandwich Octy made for me (she’s still almost sober, she never was a pony you could take out to get drunk) and that’s the first thing I’ve eaten today, but it’s okay, I’m fine. Not fine enough to stand straight, but fine enough to sit down and write. But I think it’s time to go to bed. Soon. Not now. You know, I can’t go to bed now, I have to finish this entry. Though I don’t know what I should write any more. Maybe I should just stop it here and report the rest of the day tomorrow to you, when I’m sober again. Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.
So I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe I should eat something again before I go to bed. I’d love some pancakes right now! And uuuuuh, thanks to Octy I can make real pancakes now, not these paincakes that are as hard as granite anymore. Yeah, I’ll do this.
Cya!