It’s 2:30 am. I’m 15 floors up. There have been people hooting and hollering outside loud enough for me to hear over the TV for the hour I’ve been in here.
I stopped saying “What the fuck!” long enough to look outside. Maybe six people are down there, spinning around and screaming. Way down on the sidewalk. Only six. It’s kind of fascinating. Part of me keeps wondering if they’re on meth. Or coke.
It’s crazy. The “Whooooooooo!!!” that keeps echoing up into my room is super loud.
Now I’m not even mad. It’s amazing. They’re twirling around down there, dancing a drunk, slapdash version of the tango.
God bless, Austin. See you tomorrow.