amsterdam and the ungodly hour of seven
yes. I woke up at seven o'clock. A.M. We all filed onto the buses and got settled. Susie and I were near the front, and owing to the fact that none of us were used to getting up before 10, the bus was quiet and still. At exactly 7:45, with the engine running, two nameless people made their typically jarring, dramatic entrance onto the bus.
"Oh, shit." Jameson's head dropped back against the seat in despair. A murmur of popular dismay rippled through the bus as the human rumor mill shrieked into full gear.
"She can't get out of bed! We all drank as much as her, danced as much as her, ate the same food as her, drank the same water... The only thing Paris did that we didn't do was make out with that dikey guy! Oh my god! Are you picking your nose? Why are you so disgusting? I love you!"
This must be why I'm not allowed to carry a gun. Like little kids they wore themselves out screaming and gossiping and planning to get wasted. And half an hour later they were fast asleep.
"Oh, shit." Jameson's head dropped back against the seat in despair. A murmur of popular dismay rippled through the bus as the human rumor mill shrieked into full gear.
"She can't get out of bed! We all drank as much as her, danced as much as her, ate the same food as her, drank the same water... The only thing Paris did that we didn't do was make out with that dikey guy! Oh my god! Are you picking your nose? Why are you so disgusting? I love you!"
This must be why I'm not allowed to carry a gun. Like little kids they wore themselves out screaming and gossiping and planning to get wasted. And half an hour later they were fast asleep.