pub chat
it’s about 9:30 and the pub’s just starting to get loud, with some football going on in the background and whiskey flowing carelessly. shivery just got trounced at pool, but since the teams switched round so much, no one has any idea who won. kate and shivery and i are discussing my attempt at a date on saturday night, then i chat with mark about the viable possibility of him actually having an evil, egotistical twin. stuart and i discuss snarky ways to get out of work, but wicked D thinks it best to discuss how the troika could really pull off some tasteful pornography. now mark, bring me round another pint, would you, dear?
alas, wouldn’t it be nice if i’d really been there, as opposed to simply being chatted around the table on my mobile?