We fall-over-drunk types. We bleary-eyed types. We drinkers-till-dawn types. It’s heroic, in its way.
We’re the last drinkers! The last drunkards on campus! Drunk before the party’s even begun!
Waves of alcohol crashing through us. Drunken surges. Giving way to a full alcoholic storm.
Drunken storms! We’re ready to be lairy, now. We’re all attitude, now. We need to make sure we maintain this amount of alcohol in our bloodstream. This optimum of the bloodstream.
This is us at our best. At our surliest. At our most unreformable,
This is us, free from social ties. From the usual niceities.
We’re big-personalitied! Loud-voiced! We’re impolites and ingrates! Drunken churls!
A flagon of wine – who the fuck drinks from a flagon of wine?
It was cheap.
It was some marketing bullshit.
And I’ll bet you have a tower of wine in your bag. This isn’t exactly Sideways is it? You’re not exactly discerning.
Work in Progress 