When I spent my time around drunk people last night, it was annoying. The same feeling got to me when we went to a bar. I was annoyed, and the people didn't look as good as usual. It was darker in the bar too, seemed like it at least. It was louder.
With no booze in my system, not a drop, I got to stand around for a change. That is, I got to stand around instead of bouncing around swinging my arms, being a bother to be-toqued dudes with gruff facial hair patterning.
Leopard-print wearing sluts are still leopard-print wearing, but their thighs are thicker to my eyes. It is a noticeable difference. She asked if I could "help her" with her clear plastic mickey of, what was it again? Black velvet? Some cheap rum, the one with the yellow label. I declined and she thought I was ugly, I suppose, in her head. She was still fat.
A band was playing inside and they were hypnotic. Seemed to me like they didn't need the audience there, and that our presence was kind of inconsequential. The band was there, doing there thing.
A concerned fellow to my left turned around, somewhere between 11:30 and midnight and told the two larger fellows to "go to a canucks game". They were booing the band on stage, in anticipation of, I guess, the Glory Days DJs. I appreciated this comment by the smaller gent. He was also there for the electronic music, I could tell by his toque and fitted jeans, but he was tolerant of this band, all the way from Colorado here entertaining a crowd that barely existed to them.
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