...and I just got home.
I love going out. I love being out in the night, I love wearing nice clothes, I love sitting up at a table with a drink in front of me and witty flirtatious conversation.
I don't so much love being hit on and felt up at the bar. I don't so much love the leers and the "offers" as midnight nears.
But I do adore walking the last little bit home in the misting rain with a good number of vodkas under my belt and feeling like I am part of the night.
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