Is there such a thing as too much recovery?

My alarm went off at 8:30am and I awoke to the sunny streets of Sevilla. We were home. We pulled in and I woke everyone up. Courtney woke up with a huge grin on her face and said, "I'm still drunk!" and started laughing. I didn't feel drunk anymore, but I think that it's because I had just woken up. We debussed and parted. Walking back home was weird. I was definitely still drunk, quite drunk, which is an odd thing at 9am. I mean, people were out walking the streets, and here I am drunk as shit. I definitely time traveled on the walk home, however I do remember getting frustrated because I couldn't stop slurring my speech. We got whistled at by a car of men driving by (which is typical here...if you are female you will inevitably be whistled at more than 4 times a day) which was a surprise since I was a drunken, sleepless, strung out mess. Maybe I'll take it as a complement. Nevertheless, the 20 min walk did sober me up a bit. We got back around 9:15 and ran into Marta as she was exiting the elevator. Kind of awkward, not gonna lie. Then we got upstairs and ran into Maruja, which was weird, too. Luckily, Maruja is a woman of few words so we didn't have to worry about making difficult, drunken, awkward, tired Spanish conversation. We then brushed our teeth and were passed the hell out by 9:30am, setting the alarm for 2:15pm for lunch. I slept like a rock. Alarm went off at 2:15, we stumbled out of bed, not drunk anymore, nor hungover (thanks to a 1.5 L bottle of water Stacey and I shared earlier), but a bit scatterbrained and out of it. Lunch came out, which was a vegetable puree soup, which was very good and made me very happy since liquids sounded better than solids. Then she pulled out the main course, whole fried fish, which worried me. I don't do very well with fried foods, especially large servings of fish. Well, I ate it, and it was actually delicious! I mean, fish was the last thing that I wanted after my night, but this was good, it was only lightly fried, and the fish didn't taste too, well, fishy. Dessert was then the best part. Maruja had made un batido de fresa (strawberry milkshake) which was fresh strawberries (which are to die for here) with milk and a bit of sugar. That's all. And it was AMAZING. Gotta love the Maruja. When lunch ended, I went out onto the porch to shake out the tablecloth and felt how gorgeous it was outside. Too bad I had to sleep more, because it was the warmest that it had been since coming here. I had been told that around the end of Feb. it really starts to warm up here...I can feel the beginnings of what feels like warm Spring weather. I'm so excited! Then we came back into the room to sleep more. I set the alarm for 8pm and we were out again. I woke up again at 6pm unable to fall back asleep. I was satisfied, very well rested, and actually feeling quite well. We hung around the apartment not really doing much, but I was quite awake and refreshed. We ate dinner around 9ish, early since it was only Maruja, Stacey, and myself, which was just some noodle soup and frozen croquetas (which never disappoints). Then we had the rest of the batido for dessert! Yayyyy! After dinner we hung around. It started to thunderstorm outside, which was pretty cool. We opened our shade and worked on our computer while taking in the background sounds and sights of a Spanish thunderstorm...which actually only last for an hour. Katie then called Stacey to ask us to come out with them. Stacey was tired still and had a lot of homework to do, yet for some reason I was game! I'm crazy, I know, but I was just so awake. So I met up with Katie, Melissa, Melissa's friend Sarah who's visiting from Paris, Alyssa, and Courtney (she's a trooper, too) in la Plaza de Cuba. We botelloned for awhile, catching up on the weekend and stuff, and then decided to hit up la calle Betis for some barhopping. On the way down Betis we passed by a huge botellon filled with all Spanish people around our age. We had never noticed this before, and it was on the other side of la Plaza de Cuba this whole time! You see, there's major construction going on in the center of los Remedios right now because they're building a Metro (subway) there. So there are these hug wooden walls built up to block the construction. Therefore, if you are on one side of la Plaza de Cuba, you cannot see the other. So all this time we've been missing out on the huge botellon for our little, American one on the other side. We had no idea that there were big botellons in los Remedios! It was time to make a change, for sure. Next to the botellon was an Irish Pub called Madigans that I had read about online which is notorious for its Irish Car Bombs. I suggested we check it out. We walked in, and it was actually pretty calm in there. The decor was great, it reminded me of Conor O'Neil's in Ann Arbor. Very quaint, friendly atmosphere. We hung out for a bit, and ordered car bombs all around (except Sarah, who was hungover from the night before and sipped on a vodka Red Bull). They were so good, and only 3euro. After the car bomb I was feeling kind of drunk, while Melissa, Courtney, and Katie were very drunk since they had pregamed and Alyssa and I had not. After a bit we hit up Betis, choosing to go into an old favorite: Big Ben (the bar that I met Marcos in...yeah, that one). It was alright, pretty crowded and, of course, full of Americans. I mean, I don't think that there was one Spanish person in there. We all ordered chupitos of tequila, good times. Sarah then took a taxi home because she just wasn't up for drinking. Well, she's a trooper for giving it a try, anyways. We hung out for awhile, actually having some really good conversation. It sounds funny, but I feel like we all kind of bonded that night. I'm a dork, I know. I then got a vodka tonic (it's becoming a new standard with me) and sipped it as we talked more. Then around 1:45 Melissa and Courtney realized that they were really wasted and that it was a good time to leave. We headed out, got Courtney a taxi back to la Nervion and got Alyssa a taxi back to Triana. Oh! Alyssa said that she may come to Portugal with Courtney and me! Huuurrah! Then Melissa and Katie walked me home. On the way we stopped at VIPS, we actually closed it out since they close at 9. Us and our drunkenness. They had cangrejo wraps, and Katie and Melissa decided to try some after I had raved about them and then complained about the lack of them for so long. I then bought one for myself, and a tuna wrap for Stacey, and we were off. Melissa and Katie ate their wraps and loved them! They finally understood the ways of the cangrejo...and could stop laughing at me everytime I crave the cangrejo from VIPS. They walked me back, and walked into my building. I ended up in the elevator with a cute guy who lives on the 5th floor with whom I made some small talk. At least I think that he was cute...I mean, I had my beer goggles on, so who knows. I then got upstairs, put the wraps I bought in the fridge, and wrote Maruja a drunken note about Stacey and I keeping the wraps in the fridge. Now, I say that it was a drunken note because although it was very neat and coherently written, it was really long. I mean, I could have just said that I was keeping snacks in the fridge for the day for Stacey and me, but instead I wrote a novel of a note. I mean, at the time it seemed to make sense...I didn't want her to feel offended by our snacking, that we didn't want to eat her food. So I wrote about how we were going to eat the snack, but we still plan on eating a lot at meals...I don't know, I'm weird. And I feel kind of stupid about it now. But I'm used to me and my little quirks. Oh man, I'm ridiculous. I got ready for bed and was asleep by a little before 4. I can't believe I went out again...and I had a great time! I think that maybe I recovered a little too much all day to a point of being completely back to normal. Well, I'm happy about it because I got my weekend's worth before the real classes begin on Monday.