BUT TO MY SURPRISE, I still love late nights dancing :)
Some random guy offered me his drink while I was waiting to get my own. Apparently he bought 4 too many vodka-sprites (a simple mistake, I'm sure) and I was in the right place at the right time.
"Thanks?" - Larissa.
I mean.. what else is there to do.
He cheers'D me, but morals dictate I don't accept drinks from random people unless I see them mixed at the bar.
I didn't want to drink after we clinked cups, & after a brief conversation about "Well don't waste my drink!" he offered me the consolation offer of two of his drink tickets in exchange for his vodka-sprite back.
Maybe he thought this was a good deal for him or something; I guess I drive a hard bargain.
He finished our meeting with a "I am so fucked up right now!" and wandered off.
Ah, the world explained in one simple sentence.
Drink situation/Step 3: PROFIT.
I also encountered a man who pulled out a picture of jesus and held it up to me.
"Have you met jesus christ?"
"Uh..."
"Have you been saved by jesus?"
Perparing myself for some awkward conversation...
"Not at all, my friend."
"GOOD, HE'S A FAGGOT."
And he wandered off as well.
Well that's a new one. No philosophical arguments for me.
As an aside: Seriously my nose has bled at least five times in the last three days. I'm officially not enjoying this. I used to be petrified of nosebleeds but now when it happens, aside from going "OH GOD OH GOD" I just yell "ARE YOU SERIOUS" and wait for it to stop.
Its pretty unenjoyable when I'm washing my face, look in the mirror, and realize I'm channelling my inner warrior princess as the blood mixes with the water I'm rinsing with, and its now all over my face.
Sorry, visuals.
HEY LOOK A PHOTO.
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