Friday nights are the nights to show
dat you have been slaving all week.
The nights where all the shining bits
and pieces come out. Ladies talk in
loud gale voices, showing off new
dresses and shoes they can hardly
walk in. When guys pretend that
they own d town screaming 'money
aint a thing'! But den we all know
that every quid made within d week
jumps out the window. Bar hoping is
the theme of the night, loud music
and lumpy bodies swaying to the
beat. Hardly are the lyrics heard and
off key is it always reproduced. My
favourite part is watching the
unbelievable amount of alcohol
consumed. This nearly always
creates this belief of invisibility. Then
it happens, the first vomit for d
night. Some unlucky cleaner is going
to be cursing his mind off soon. Its
almost 3am, the magic moment
when you remember you are in the
age of technology.....cell fone! Aha!
One of the little wonders of some
dumb but smart fool's brain wave.
The call for the ride home after
tripping over almost every
miraculously propped up curb.
Unlucky day and you find yourself on
d floor blaming everybody but your
careful self! Another night well
spent, and tomorrow comes with the
well earned hang over. But for now
all that matters is you made d best
of your weekly wage! Kudos! Shite!
Totally forgot, the rent is due by the
moro! You best just drink a little
more and block the thought of the