SparkyCentral

August 5th, 2006

You look like a man that likes to party!

Tonight at a wedding (as a guest for once) I was faced with this comment from a very drunk guy from Berwick I’ve just met for the first time, leaning across at me with brandy swilling around his glass, eyes half-closed. I, meanwhile, was sobriety personified as designated driver and using the opportunity to bulk up the folio.

Do I look like a man that likes to party? I seriously doubt it. Even in it’s loosest sense, partying is something I’ve always steered clear of. Firstly, I don’t like dancing, and partying and dancing seem to go hand in hand. Partying in the sense that he meant (dropping some pills, snorting a line and no doubt dancing like a tit to atrocious music in a dingy shithole of a nightclub) is something I’d give my right arm, leg and ear to avoid. Don’t get me wrong, I like a drink, but in the comfort of a cosy pub, with some good conversation, and preferably a bag of crisps to pick at.

Maybe I’m old at heart, or maybe I’m just no fun, but I’m sure it’s apparent upon meeting/seeing me. I’m going to excuse this guy because he was obviously one more sip of VSOP from serious alcohol poisoning. Party on.

Categories: Rants