There’s always a bit of a danger going out on the night of a full-moon.
It’s my observation that people do a go a little crazy when the moon is full, and I include myself in that.
As I walked towards Yulli’s (my favourite small bar) I noticed the full moon and promised myself it wouldn’t be a late night.
We would have a few drinks, we would have something to eat, and then head home well before midnight. We would keep ourselves nice.
We didn’t.
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Add YoursYou didn’t end up in the Cross with your fully sick Bros again did you?
u crazy wild man!
AGAIN? has one month passed that quickly?….hmmm that probably explains why i was hoola hooping, “tearing my hair out” to very loud music and boozing on red wine…and here i thought it was merely study stress…LOL!