04 Mar 2006 • 1,037 views
Just One More Drink
It's finally here, another weekend, but best of all "it's another bloody damn Friday night" . Do I hear the hallelujahs reverberating round the world for those who are lucky enough not to have to work this weekend?
It's reading -1 degrees on my thermo, but what do we care? Women will dress up in their latest skimpiest attires, freezing their ....... off. Men, buffed up in their tank tops, out to the nearest pub/club, ready to pull (or if the gods smile at them, be pulled).
We then all let our hair down, have that Friday drink that may lead to other drinks, and other drinks, and other drinks.... (okay you get the picture) with the relief we do not have to go in to work tomorrow morning.
We start the night with such beauty, promise and expectations of a fun night. Not knowing where the night may take us. Can we control just where it leads us? Yes we can, but what cares do we have, it's another damn bloody Friday night, we need to have fun.
We need just one more drink.
Do I generalise? Well what say you.....??
JUST ONE MORE DRINK
Friday doesn't settle down as quietly as dust - like all the other nights of the the working week. Friday comes and goes with a bang, in a flash. Prim and proper women line up in front of the clubs on Friday nights only to fall out of them early Saturday morning like a stone age creature crawling out of his cave. Celebration turns into toxication, sophistication into savagery. We board the night on its last quarter to sail into the unknown promises, we get off making a fool of ourselves. Just one more drink... till next Friday.
Photography by Suby
Words by Sinem