Listening to: The Wanted - Glad You Came.
And My, What A Night It Was.
God only knows where we went last night.
And the Devil only knows what we did when we got there.
Like a dream had in a deep, hypnotic sleep, I see only pieces of my memory.
Drinks, lights, shouts and skin.
Just glimpses are all that return.
I rack my mind to think of who might’ve been there..
Who were the witnesses?
The victims..
And the marauders?
Which of us should be feeling guilty?
Which should feel proud?
Which should feel ashamed and which should feel overjoyed?
With half-lidded eyes, I look around the room, scrambling to remember something – anything. The state of the room tells its own story.
Ripped clothes strewn, empty bottles scattered, numerous unmentionables in places they certainly should not be.
Bodies sleeping in the strangest of spaces, in the awkwardest of positions. People wrapped in the arms of the most unlikely bedfellows.
Frightening to think that this was only the last place we ended up at.
I wonder what evidence exists of the antics of last night.
Other than these arcane morning bruises, of course.
Where else have we left our mark?
How many people have we pissed off?
How many actually remember?
With all these questions swirling around my still-drowsy head, my confusion is interrupted by an almost beastly roar.
Yet, while it is not a savage animal letting out a predatory snarl, that snore of a heavily passed out young man could scare off any creature.
Sinking back down, getting ready to doze off again, a knowing smile makes its way to my lips.
Not of arrogance, but just that feeling of content. A smile full of that satisfying feeling, knowing that everything was worth it.
Now, I don’t remember exactly when it began, or what happened after it ended.
But all I can say is that it was a night we probably should’ve regretted.
Should’ve, but where’s the fun in that?
It was a night that might come back one day to haunt us.
To rub it all in our face, laughing at our idiocy, while we blush a deep scarlet of embarrassment.
But for now, it just remains as the night we had absolutely no recollection of.
A night of blasphemy, anarchy and utter debauchery.
And my,
What a night it was.
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