Drunken Friendship

You know that time of the night, when the drinks are kicking in,you sit down still clutching your handbag and a random being sits down on the chair beside you. You've both had so many watered down 0.4% alcohol pitchers of cocktails that the chair is the only thing keeping you upright. The dance floor is still busy with some wannabe two-steppers but you know you've sat down 'cause you're making them look bad. ;)

A drunken twinkle in the eye later, and you find yourself chatting to a complete stranger. They buy you a properly stiff drink (if they're in anyway decent) and then you're really plastered. You may have nothing in common but suddenly you are the best of friends. Nothing can separate you but the bouncers...Which they will when the club's closing and you're clinging onto your new other half as they make futile attempts to cling to the bar in hopes of getting one last drink.

And somehow, (thank you society for this one) once you are outside in public, in fresh air, any bit of you which is slightly sober kicks in, taking over and ye go your separate ways.

And from that refreshingly cold first step outside that door into a crowd of now refuge-less drunks, everything is different. It is like you have never known each other. No more contact, no more drinks and hey you'll probably forget how much of a looker they were ;) (sarcasm) in the morning...


Until your friends decide to happily remind you on Monday morning...
And they will never let you live it down.

But hey that's the beauty of drunken friendship. No strings, right? ;)