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.