One spillage, three extremities
I’ve always found human behaviour pretty interesting, and an occurence this eve made me think…
I went to see a sweet local band called The Preytells, who I’ve been following since they started gigging some years back. They were playing at the Republic, which is evidently a part-time strip joint, littered with poles – not all of which suspend the roof. Anyway, after the bands finished a DJ started spinning tunes and groups of people were dancing throughout the room. I was making my way out, completely sober, and saw a sizeable gap between a few girls at the outskirts of the dancing mob. I stepped into their midst and one danced out in front of me obstructing the gap, so I stopped. Next thing I know her drink is down my shirt and her glass shattered on the floor. It was the diversity of reactions to this that interested me. Read the rest of this entry →
