I'm a twentysomething
In between working and wanderlust occasionally I'll dip my feet into the dark undersides of my hometown on a Friday night. This is known as "painting the town red" in ye old English slang.
It takes about 20 steps into a bar to run into someone you know who is utterly drunk and has atrociously attractive friends.
It takes one accidental nudge for my drink to spill onto me whilst my friend and I throw each other "EW GROSS" looks at the girl in gold hotpants swallowing a man's tongue as his hands begin to descend...
It takes two drinks to become embroiled in a conversation full of complete and utter nonsense about pinatas with people you're unlikely to run into again. (But then again this is Perth).
It takes about 15 swirls of my straw to guess the occupations of said strangers.
But after someone slurs "you're hawwwwt" at you, it's perhaps better to call it a night while you are still indeed hot.
Yes, I'm a twentysomething. My apologies.
It takes about 20 steps into a bar to run into someone you know who is utterly drunk and has atrociously attractive friends.
It takes one accidental nudge for my drink to spill onto me whilst my friend and I throw each other "EW GROSS" looks at the girl in gold hotpants swallowing a man's tongue as his hands begin to descend...
It takes two drinks to become embroiled in a conversation full of complete and utter nonsense about pinatas with people you're unlikely to run into again. (But then again this is Perth).
It takes about 15 swirls of my straw to guess the occupations of said strangers.
But after someone slurs "you're hawwwwt" at you, it's perhaps better to call it a night while you are still indeed hot.
Yes, I'm a twentysomething. My apologies.
posted by Natasha at 3:10 PM
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