The saturday night drunken dream
Saturday night fever. The girls are choosing their outfits. I just went for jeans and t-shirt. The clock ticks. The fever grows bigger. I can almost hear the crowd go wild. Patience, patience, just a few more minutes.
-"Still some make-up, we're almost done here... ."
-"Yeah, yeah, take your time, we'll just go for another mojito".
I really like mojitos, especially if I make them myself...or if the dark-haired girl of the Villa Ernesto makes them. Just too often the flavours are not blended like they should. The equilibrium between sweet and bitter can be hard to achieve. And please, what the hell are all of those bartenders doing with Bacardi, when there is Havana Club at our disposal?
Anyway, by the time we can go, the party already seems to be half over. In reality it still has to start and the main act probably still has to arrive. But the home-style mojitos can be a pain in the ass if you don't pay enough attention. And it's not that I don't know it. It's not that I haven't experienced it before. The temptation is just too much I suppose. And let's blame the waiting for the girls to choose their outfits. Let's blame it on the make-up. But then, let's be honest: a dark sky without stars and a big full moon can't be called a moonlit sky, can it? So we'll just have to live with it, it's part of the fever.
[...]
The clock kept on ticking. But this time we did not really notice. Too much time to think about enjoying. Enjoying the groovy sounds. Enjoying the friends and the people. Enjoying the flirty moves moving around. Enjoying the time of our lives.
But tomorrow is waiting. Have to get up early. So maybe we should just go on chasing stars under our sheets. The stars of the night left with the coming of the morning birds. Singing. Making you feel even more tired. And making you realize the morning after experience is just a footstep away.
-"Still some make-up, we're almost done here... ."
-"Yeah, yeah, take your time, we'll just go for another mojito".
I really like mojitos, especially if I make them myself...or if the dark-haired girl of the Villa Ernesto makes them. Just too often the flavours are not blended like they should. The equilibrium between sweet and bitter can be hard to achieve. And please, what the hell are all of those bartenders doing with Bacardi, when there is Havana Club at our disposal?
Anyway, by the time we can go, the party already seems to be half over. In reality it still has to start and the main act probably still has to arrive. But the home-style mojitos can be a pain in the ass if you don't pay enough attention. And it's not that I don't know it. It's not that I haven't experienced it before. The temptation is just too much I suppose. And let's blame the waiting for the girls to choose their outfits. Let's blame it on the make-up. But then, let's be honest: a dark sky without stars and a big full moon can't be called a moonlit sky, can it? So we'll just have to live with it, it's part of the fever.
[...]
The clock kept on ticking. But this time we did not really notice. Too much time to think about enjoying. Enjoying the groovy sounds. Enjoying the friends and the people. Enjoying the flirty moves moving around. Enjoying the time of our lives.
But tomorrow is waiting. Have to get up early. So maybe we should just go on chasing stars under our sheets. The stars of the night left with the coming of the morning birds. Singing. Making you feel even more tired. And making you realize the morning after experience is just a footstep away.
4 comments:
Voila, zo'n teksten lees ik graag :) Er wordt eigenlijk gewoon een situatie beschreven maar door vaak de juiste en exacte woordkeuze, heeft de tekst toch weer net dat ietsje meer. Knap werk ;)
Aliz.
Nog maar eens: dank u! Ik zal me maar meteen naar de badkamer begeven om mijn blozende wangen te ontdoen van hun rode kleur! ;-)
Schrijf je zelf ook of heb je zelf ook een blog achtig iets?
Sorry voor de late reply maar ik was sinds 12 juli op reis. Ik had je antwoord al eens snel gelezen op de luchthaven maar bij een gebrek aan tijd toen, moest ik je tot nu laten wachten.
Om op je vraag te antwoorden; Ik schrijf af en toe wel eens iets op papier maar verder dan dat stukje papier of een Word-document komt wat ik schrijf ook niet. De reden hiervoor? Ik denk dat ik gewoon misschien wel wat te verlegen daarvoor ben..Who knows :) Vandaar dat ik het altijd fijn vind als mensen wel hun teksten 'openbaar maken'. Je legt tenslotte altijd een stukje van jezelf op tafel.
Geniet nog van het Belgische -en blijkbaar toch op dit moment niet zo slechte- weer! ;-)
Groeten, Aliz
Ik heb je inderdaad toegevoegd op mijn messenger dus je mag de comment gerust wissen ;)
Spannend; de identiteit van mijn anonieme "blogvriend" wordt onthuld ;) en omgekeerd.. tot zeer binnenkort dus!
Groetjes, aliz
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