There’s always a bit of a danger going out on the night of a full-moon.
It’s my observation that people do a go a little crazy when the moon is full, and I include myself in that.
As I walked towards Yulli’s (my favourite small bar) I noticed the full moon and promised myself it wouldn’t be a late night.
We would have a few drinks, we would have something to eat, and then head home well before midnight. We would keep ourselves nice.
We didn’t.
You didn’t end up in the Cross with your fully sick Bros again did you?
u crazy wild man!
AGAIN? has one month passed that quickly?….hmmm that probably explains why i was hoola hooping, “tearing my hair out” to very loud music and boozing on red wine…and here i thought it was merely study stress…LOL!