A singer in a smokey room,
A smell of wine and cheap perfume,
For a smile they can share the night,
It goes on and on and on and on ..
We also saw the return of 'realising how pissed you are when driving home in a taxi', which has been sadly rare this past month or so. The conversation was like this:
"We drank a lot more than I thought we did."
"Yeah, it was a lot."
"It didn't seem like it was that much."
"Were all the drinks about 50p?"
(Together, with a sigh of sudden realization why we feel like shit): "Oh, fuck."
God bless us, everyone.
A smell of wine and cheap perfume,
For a smile they can share the night,
It goes on and on and on and on ..
I was out in Sheffield last night with some folks from uni, a night which proved to be an interesting experience for all concerned. Alcohol continues its ongoing mission to change the sexualities of those I surround myself with, but if full blown lesbianism in slutty schoolgirl outfits is the price I pay for their company, you'll forgive me if I don't stop hanging round with them just yet.
We also saw the return of 'realising how pissed you are when driving home in a taxi', which has been sadly rare this past month or so. The conversation was like this:
"We drank a lot more than I thought we did."
"Yeah, it was a lot."
"It didn't seem like it was that much."
"Were all the drinks about 50p?"
(Together, with a sigh of sudden realization why we feel like shit): "Oh, fuck."
God bless us, everyone.
