I’ll Carry You Home Tonight

Unusually awake at an awkward timing of 6.49am and unable to go back to sleep. Makes me wonder if it has anything to do with the pink sky, or the dubious amounts of alcohol I had 5 hours before. Hm.

“We Are Young” by Fun is looping relentlessly in my head and every fucking time I hear it, I feel invincible and…embarrassingly, I feel like throwing a party that involves too much alcohol and too little talking. The world is a better place when people stop going on and on and on about themselves (or worse, other people) and put their mouths to better use by sipping vodka with lime and cranberry. (MAJOR YUM) Afterall, everything you need to know or hear is probably so much more real, raw and heartfelt after the drinking.

“Give me a second I, I need to get my story straight. My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state.”

Love this song. We are young! And even if the sky collapses like a giant biscuit that cracked, we’ll probably be the only ones walking away and saying “Wait, did the sky just fall? Or was that just a particularly bad hangover?” We will never be younger than we are at this moment. Hopefully, I will also never be more foolish, reckless, or silly as I am now. Oh wait, I want to be this reckless forever, because for now, I’m on a roll and as much as I sound like a teeny boppy teenager unable to come down from her first Justin Bieber high, I like it.

Remember how I took a completely different stand on clubbing just a few posts ago? Well, you can’t walk in whole and come out half when there wasn’t anything to lose in the first place right?

“And so if by the time the bar closes, and you feel like falling down, I’ll carry you home tonight. :)”