Oh,+dear

Last weekend I went to that party I had told you about on my last letter. And I know I promised I was going to tell you all about it, but I got so drunk I can't remember a single detail about that evening. Luckily Shannon was there with me. You know her, right? The petite, clear-eyed girl with long chestnut-coloured hair that has always been in love with me? Anyway, she insists I was perfectly fine that night, but I'm not so sure. Apparently, I pissed off Jim Pierson by flirting with his sister Elinor, annoyed everyone by singing my lungs out and refused to eat dinner so my long lost brother, who was waitering, could have it instead. After that, I fell down on an iced side-walk on my way out, and confessed some non existing romantic feelings to Shannon on our way home. Does that sound "perfectly fine" to you? How do I get out of this mess without breaking Shannon's heart by telling her I don't really love her?


 * Task 2**

Do you remember I told you I was looking for a job? Well, I had a job interview at Movistar in Buenos Aires last week. I decided to go by bus because I wanted to revise my CV. I sat next to a calm looking old man who appeared to be just what I needed to concentrate. As soon as the bus began to move, he started chattering about how uncomfortable those seats were, compared with the ones from his youth. At first, he didn’t bother me, but that encouraged him to keep talking about everything that came to his mind. We were fifteen minutes away from the terminal and I was about to explain that I needed to focus on my CV, when the bus came to a full stop. There was a huge street demonstration, so the cars seemed to be moving quite slow. We were trapped there for half an hour, so I barely made it in time. I assume it went fine because I was able to speak fluently during the whole interview. I am still waiting for an answer, let’s hope for the best.
 * -Insert opinion-**