Year after year we go, we dance, we spit on the floors, we puke every now and then, and do some other questionable things we may or may not remember, and by the time the end of the night draws near and we are stumbling, walking, and/or crawling out of City, we can all honestly scream "We Have Survived!!" lol
Yeah, City is certainly not the cleanest place on earth, but its also not the dirtiest, and we all do walk out of there night after night without having contracted leprosy or ebola..........as far as I know
I used to have a rule of not sitting on the couches or beds, too, but when you're old, and tired, I guess you just don't give crap, and sit wherever there may be a little cushion available. Has anyone ever sat on the futon by the coat check?.............it totally feels like a cloud when you're drunk!
And Roman, I agree with you, and I promise that the next time I get ready to spit on the floor, I'll look for a cup or something first. Yes, that's right, I'm a spitter everyone, and I'm sorry! lol I will watch it
We love City and I predict that Nightgaunt and I will be that old weird couple that still hangs out at the clubs when we're 80.
Okay, so spit is spit, but doo-doo on the walls? Oh, come on! That's just nasty!