I’m pissed tonight—in both the British and American senses of the word.
First the British sense: I had a beer in the hotel lobby whilst checking my email. And then I had a beer at the bar. This is enough to make me pretty tipsy.
Secondly: The bar I went to had FIVE people, counting me and the bartender at 23:30. Now I realize that might be a bit early, but still, that seems pretty weak to me. I then wandered around the gayborhood (I am in one), and it was quiet—save for the rent boys, which I am not in the mood for tonight.
Aarrrrggghhhhh!
Wrong day to be out that late. Most people were out at 6, drinking and enjoying the game. But of course by 7.30 they were upset that Germany didn’t win, and just went home. If Germany had won… well, the bars would have been full. EVEN the gay bars!