I really am trying to get out of here. Honest. I’ve woken up, realised my friends have already left, packed my stuff and found out the bus to Panama City isn’t until 7pm. Somehow, somewhere along the way I’ve gotten lost, put my kilt on and raged at an all night pool party. Finally at around 9am Sunday morning, with no options left open, the following conversation takes place;
Me (very slurred): On a scale of one to ten, with one being no and ten being yes, what are my chances of kissing you?
Girl: Errrr, what was zero? Goodnight.
I’ve made a promise to myself to never go to a beach town again. At least for as long as I can. which will probably be next week.
The harsh light of day
I really am trying to get out of here. Honest. I’ve woken up, realised my friends have already left, packed my stuff and found out the bus to Panama City isn’t until 7pm. Somehow, somewhere along the way I’ve gotten lost, put my kilt on and raged at an all night pool party. Finally at around 9am Sunday morning, with no options left open, the following conversation takes place;
Me (very slurred): On a scale of one to ten, with one being no and ten being yes, what are my chances of kissing you?
Girl: Errrr, what was zero? Goodnight.
I’ve made a promise to myself to never go to a beach town again. At least for as long as I can. which will probably be next week.