This post is numbers 39 & 40 in a series.
“It’s terrible. It’s not even good.”
“Well you can just go fuck yourself.”
“I love that woman, I just can’t help it.”
“I’m deleting this. You’re OK with that?”
“You don’t need more wine. You need a sausage.”
“Dude, what did you just throw at me?”
“You’re just going to drink this water. That’s what you’re going to do. Just drink this water.”
“Guys? Can we make a motion to stay here and not go to the … Do we have to go to the museum?”
“It’s hard to see it unravel, to see a place that you love just not work.”
“Max. I love you Max.”
“I love you more Max.”
“Oh no. I’m drunk.”
“Lucy’s not here. Julia’s not here too.”
“Everybody get their own seat.”
“It’s not a fun thing. Like you should be ashamed.”
“I’m so embarrassed for this group of people.”
“Everybody’s puking.”
“Is Rob puking?”
“No, he’s fine.”
“Actually, he’s not fine.”
“Cameron. D’you want a bag?”
Some felt that their friends should be able to hold their liquor, and some that they should be given a break because we have to make our own mistakes. We were in group two. The bags were mint-scented, which was nice.