Wind 'em up and watch 'em go


It's 2:15 in the morning and I can hear all the drunks leaving the little Irish pub across the street from my house. Theyr'e always predictable aren't they? There are the loud guys trying to show off for whoever will pay attention by shouting all the way to their car and then revving his engine down the street. There are the drunk girls on the sidewalk either helping each other walk or trying to hold one of them back from following the one home that she's calling out for across the street or parking lot. Then there are the quiet ones who have already found their booty call for the night and are making out up against one of their cars. On the other side of the street is the dejected girl who is surrounded by a few nice guy friends who are trying to comfort her hysterical sobs because "her" guy is now leaving with someone else. There's also always the one or two guys who are so drunk that they get totally confused as to where they are and they end up peeing all over the atm machine at the bank next door.
Wind 'em up and watch 'em go! It the same story every weekend. Doesn't that ever get old?

Comments

Gail said…
Nothing as entertaining as a bunch of drunks!
I could not sleep with that noise, but I guess that is why you were up that late!
I prefer hearing coyotes calling from hill to hill. Frogs singing in the warm weather and the cries of night birds.
We all must grow where we are planted. It is wonderful that you can see the humor and the beauty outside your window.