Last night I took my bottle of pink champaigne and went down to the Lagan Meadows, I wandered far, farther than I've gone with Battle Cat, out past Drumbeg.

I was lonely drunk, crying sporadically and shouting out insults because I knew no one could hear me, only the occasional bat flew past my face.

Then the bottle emptied and I knew it was a long walk back to Stranmillis for more, I could hear people down the meadows all the way back, people in the distance laughing, or the odd shout between friends, but all the miles I never met anyone. I never met anyone.

Read the complete post at http://duderay.blogspot.com/2010/02/bottle-of-pink-champaigne-for-my-lonely.html

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Posted 15 Feb 2010 9:20 PM by Party Down and Go *** Yourself