Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea....
la femme d'argent says:
fuck, its only monday and i already cant wait til thurs!!
Tom says:
me too
la femme d'argent says:
im such a sucker for a good time... its like church man
Tom says:
church without the preachin
la femme d'argent says:
i wonder if christians anticipate sundays this bad!
Tom says:
never
la femme d'argent says:
church with a different kind of half naked guy to worship!!
Tom says:
lol
Tom says:
church sux
la femme d'argent says:
if only, i might consider going then!
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Every night that i go to barry's, its like i have to half improvise a roughly scripted play.
We get there, we grab a drink, we sit down have a couple of smokes, hear an awesome song, then hit the dance-floor.
We dance, and dance, and get another drink, we dance, and dance, and make it to the stage. Placebo comes on, i go nuts and dance all stupid, then from our position we can check out the talent.
Nice view...
the night drifts on with more drinks and dance and talking to random junkies, till tom turns around, half screws up his face and mouths
"Do you wanna go?"
i give a hearty yet lethargic nod, and strut out of the club, and walk to the car.
its fun, and its just really therapuetic to have that outlet once a week.
Ive come to notice from going, and then missing a few weeks that it really does keep me sane.
I guess i did find god on the dance-floor, em!
fuck, its only monday and i already cant wait til thurs!!
Tom says:
me too
la femme d'argent says:
im such a sucker for a good time... its like church man
Tom says:
church without the preachin
la femme d'argent says:
i wonder if christians anticipate sundays this bad!
Tom says:
never
la femme d'argent says:
church with a different kind of half naked guy to worship!!
Tom says:
lol
Tom says:
church sux
la femme d'argent says:
if only, i might consider going then!
_________________________________________________
Every night that i go to barry's, its like i have to half improvise a roughly scripted play.
We get there, we grab a drink, we sit down have a couple of smokes, hear an awesome song, then hit the dance-floor.
We dance, and dance, and get another drink, we dance, and dance, and make it to the stage. Placebo comes on, i go nuts and dance all stupid, then from our position we can check out the talent.
Nice view...
the night drifts on with more drinks and dance and talking to random junkies, till tom turns around, half screws up his face and mouths
"Do you wanna go?"
i give a hearty yet lethargic nod, and strut out of the club, and walk to the car.
its fun, and its just really therapuetic to have that outlet once a week.
Ive come to notice from going, and then missing a few weeks that it really does keep me sane.
I guess i did find god on the dance-floor, em!