You go out. You have a shot.
You dance a little and drink a lot. You party. You hang with friends. Do you do movies and you lunches. You curse at the traffic. You goggle at a guy and drool over shoes. Or cars. Or a watch. Or slurp a drink.
The next day is a blur. A mist called the hangover. You curse. You swear. You promise you’ll never do it again.
And then you do it all over again – in a short time.
Life happens when you aren’t looking. Or drunk.