A Weird Time was had by all.

I went to see Brokeback Mountain yet again yesterday. Not because I particularly wanted to, my suggestion was to rent Y tu mama también and watch it at home. However my youngest and blondest friend was in town and desperately wanted to see it, and I've never seen the same film twice at the cinema so I thought of it as a new experince. It was cool actually. It was a lot better than when I saw it the first time. It's just ah... So sad. My friend cried, I didn't. After the film we were walking around town for a bit talking about it, trying to find somewhere to get something to eat but not really wanting pizza. Unfortunately the whole city seems to be packed with bloody idiots. I mean, I'm the kind of person who, when the questions comes up, will go "oh, there's never any trouble, I've never seen anyone do anything weird, no fights, blablabla". Maybe it was because last night was probably the first night since I was 15 that I was walking around in town sober, but it was bloody fights everywhere. I saw God only knows how many police cars, and a police van, making me think of riots and what-have-you. In the end, we went to McDonalds. There weren't really many other places open. So it was us and a zillion 15-year-old kids. It's fucking weird. If one wants to develop a serious ageing paranoia, there's no place like McDonalds by midnight. On the bus home it was me, three people with a crate of beer, and 7 kids looking like they'd had too much to drink. I was a bit worried one of them might be sick in the bus, but fortunately that didn't happen.

Conclusion? Don't go out sober.