Confessions from the bed of a hangovered man
As we all know there was a Placebo concert last night in Bucharest. Where I was graciously invited. Enter cue for due thanks, it was a birthday present.
But before going any further I need to thank my friend who found me and resqued me from the bench where I was lying last night, after the concert. I now realize if it weren’t for her I would’ve spent the night, or part of it, there, on that bench.
So what happened? Well, nothing much. I had a couple of beers, among other things. Got lost from my friends. Stumbled upon other friends, upset them, enter cue apologies. Quite obviously I am becoming a drunk.
The only funny thing is that somebody called me in the morning to apologize and it was totally not the case, I am telling you, as I told him. I was not bothered, I was unable to return.
Yeap. There. Mea culpa.
hey, I saw you at the concert! several times, actually. and you seemed pretty sober to me.
yes, I have a way of fooling people. I look sober when drunk, airtight when friendly, menacing when concerned, angry when confused and so on.
and still, you don’t look a day over 26! is that part of your way too, or do you have a life-size portrait you keep hidden in the attic?
why, thank you! I do am Wilde reincarnate, so there, all my secrets revealed.
glad you enjoyed it >:D<
Bad that… you don’t drink much, and you get drunk!