Investing in riggers, and basking in the warm economic glow of drinking. We are Kevin Smith fanboys debating the merits of the ultimate trilogies: Star Wars vs Lord of the Rings. Agreeing to disagree, and recording the laughs.
A brief taxi mission and the city is our broken playground. The bar is packed with a healthy crowd. Stumbling a plenty as security guards circle like opportunistic sharks. The prey is unaware and dancing is our collective goal. Mission accomplished and we play fooseball with an unnatural intensity. Winning is celebrated with consistent pints. Old friends and creating new games consume the night.
The three musketeers run a muck, in search of deep fried goodness. Waiting in line and enduring the 2am herd. Struggling for comforting words as the taxis roll past, oblivious to our pleas for attention. Bed provides the ultimate solace and I drift away into the final Sunday of January.
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