Last weekend, I went to bed with a glass of white wine mixed in with some apple juice, dreamt my sweet dreams and awoke the next morning to the tangy smell of my 'cocktail' wafting through the bedroom. And am sorry to anyone who finds my tastes offensive, but I simply could not resist, I had to gulp down the remainder before I got out of bed. It was delightful.
You see am not into the party going scene, am usually out by 9 p.m, and I do not understand why you have to freeze your behind off in a dark musty room full of people you would never talk to in broad daylight and fight for dancing space with them as well. IT MAKES NO SENSE. I would rather get drunk with people I actually enjoy talking to and make a fool of myself cutting a rug with friends who can laugh with me. More to that I would much rather like to plonk out in my OWN bed,ALONE, when I do get tired and wake up in my OWN house. Thank you very much, but I will pass on that invite to render my nights useless. And choose to take my wine with my dinner, with my friends and for my breakfast.
Before I forget, some of my fellow Kenyans are so sweetly hilarious and they do not even notice it. Am not being elitist or any of that crap but you can't help but smile when some cannot figure out for the life of them that the opposite of white wine is certainly not black. Take a table companion I had at the wedding I attended last Saturday, he asked the kind waiter for black wine and we were all too embarrassed to correct him, waiter included. Different strokes for different folks, they say.
Salvador Dali said 'I don't do drugs. I am drugs. So be the drug, don't look for it anywhere outside you. I surely do hope am not contradicting myself but my point is enjoy the things you love even if you enjoy doing them alone and in the strangest of ways.
Check out Jody Watley today, she had the thickest eyebrows and never really seemed to smile in most of her videos, but she looked good:
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