You are no longer kept awake by young, baggy pantsed gentlemen drinking forties, smoking weed and arguing about the size of their weaponry in the courtyard directly underneath your window.
Now you are kept awake by young Banana Republic clad birthday revelers drinking merlot, smoking Dunhills and arguing about absent friends' "life philosophies" in the courtyard directly underneath your window.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
True Proof of Gentrification
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
Funny. True.
ReplyDeleteDid you think of joining either group? Since you were awake and all.
ReplyDeleteIt amounts to about the same thing, eh? Lack of sleep.
ReplyDeleteAnd do we mean "weaponry" literally?
ReplyDeleteGert, it's like you don't even know me. :)
ReplyDeleteGypsy, I talk a big game but I actually fall asleep pretty quickly as long as it's just chatter and not actual fighting. For the short time I'm awake, though, I'm really pissed off!
MAB, sometimes, yeah.