We finally decided to brave the local town pub, as all the youngsters had boozed themselves off to the annual 10 000-man braai.
Just a quiet drink. It will be good to get out of the house for a bit. We’re old now & do not need to prove our partying abilities. Let the youngsters have their moment – let them be the ones boozing and dancin’ and snogging till the sun rises up its hot ass. Let them be climbing into bed in filthy muddy exhausted states. Not for me anymore. Oh no.
She thought as she headed out one night this beach holiday for one drink.
Only for her to return home after 5.30am, driving past people already arriving back from the braai, crawling into an ad hoc bed that promptly filled with sand, after she’d closed the pub, closed the par cark, and been frolicking near-naked in the waves with complete strangers & a bottle of vile vodka/OJ.
The more things change….
P.S. Whether you’re 16, 26, or probably even 36, you will still end up attempting to sneak oh-so-so-so-quietly into your family holiday house after a massive surprise night out. And the older you get, it seems, the more likely you are to fail in keeping the folks unawares.