…beer, wine, and fernet coursing through my veins…not enough water..everything hums. Bars, steaks, good wine, excellent conversation, more bars, more drinks, more bars, more drinks, more music, more drinks, more sound, more music, more drinks, more dancing, more people, more drinks more sound, more dancing, more…more what…more standing in a world i’ve left behind, more what? The tension is high in the night club…boy wants to meet girl, girl wants to meet boy but doesn’t want to seem too eager…the dance begins. shake, move, eye contact, the offering of a drink, the shut down or the acceptance, more of the same, can you pull her/him to the side? “chat her/him up”? get more than a “sí” or “no”? rejection, acceptance, dance, don’t dance, drink, don’t drink, take the night into the day or let the day say goodnight? cigarettes, wine, beer, water, vodka, red bull, whiskey, rum, coke, and…well…everything…that’s the rhythm of this
goodnight, or good day…
we all miss you its really hard to learn from my spanish teacher becase you where so good at it
comment 1 on this post is such a classic comment after your thoughts from the night in the club. you should blow that up to a poster and sell it to your former students. hah!