beer with me

Tonight, or last night and this part of the morning, was one of those nights. You know, where it starts off shaky and you don't expect much to come of it and make plans to call it quits early, then suddenly you find yourself having too much fun and too many free drinks.

Yep, I am drunk now. This will be my first time writing anythign drunk as far as I know and I am not bothering with proofreading, so bear with me... or beer with me as the lovely titel suggests. What a night! I had doubts that I could have a night equal to or better than my brother's 18th but lo' it wasn't such a hard task. A good friend returns from overseas, I meet some strangers and remind old friends that I still live and all of me is about the good times, curls and all.

Listening to some music by Tarkan, which I'm told is just one dude, not a band. I know it's foreign and the lyrics I can't translate, but I have a theory that it doesn't matter with music - as long as you can hear the tone the tune and inflection of the words you can understand the song and enjoy it. You don't have to be able to sing it (if you do, that is still cool; I mean, I'd love to be able to sing random songs not written in English).

I need to go pass out or something. It's difficult to think of anything at this point... I'm past the point of slurring words and making up shit and have moved to the realm of wanting to sleep until the sun demands otherwise.

Peace.

- G

one for those times you feel lonely
one for those merry good folks
one for every other bloke
and the rest for yourself;
because that's the way it should be