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The night was still young so I decided to get dressed and go into town to sample the nightlife. The taxi dropped me by a pedestrian area that was pulsating with neon and reverberating with a cacophony of music, mostly bass. There were people everywhere; girls in miniskirts and crop tops and boys in shorts and T-shirts, most of them teenagers and most of them drunk. | The night was still young so I decided to get dressed and go into town to sample the nightlife. The taxi dropped me by a pedestrian area that was pulsating with neon and reverberating with a cacophony of music, mostly bass. There were people everywhere; girls in tiny miniskirts and crop tops and boys in shorts and T-shirts, most of them teenagers and most of them drunk. | ||
I walked down the street, skirting round the puddles of vomit just taking it all in. They were all there to have a good time and mostly ignored me, probably because I was older and more soberly dressed than the average. Eventually I found a bar with the music was kept down to a bearable volume, managed to snag myself a table and ordered a jug of sangria. | I walked down the street, skirting round the puddles of vomit just taking it all in. They were all there to have a good time and mostly ignored me, probably because I was older and more soberly dressed than the average. Eventually I found a bar with the music was kept down to a bearable volume, managed to snag myself a table and ordered a jug of sangria. | ||
Revision as of 09:45, 17 April 2019
The night was still young so I decided to get dressed and go into town to sample the nightlife. The taxi dropped me by a pedestrian area that was pulsating with neon and reverberating with a cacophony of music, mostly bass. There were people everywhere; girls in tiny miniskirts and crop tops and boys in shorts and T-shirts, most of them teenagers and most of them drunk.
I walked down the street, skirting round the puddles of vomit just taking it all in. They were all there to have a good time and mostly ignored me, probably because I was older and more soberly dressed than the average. Eventually I found a bar with the music was kept down to a bearable volume, managed to snag myself a table and ordered a jug of sangria.