There are only two or three cars cruising along the infinite streets. And couples nuzzle in shades, or drift along in languid, luxuriant gaits. In every hot-spot hang-out, the vacant tables warmly embrace you. The waiters are familiar and friendly; the service swift. And as Monday morning looms, there is a ‘nectar-ine’, natural reason not to linger too long on the night. Pacy drinks, gush-free goodnights, a dwarf drive home. Lovely, lovely evening.
I've almost never hung out on a sunday night past 11pm, unless the following Monday is a holiday. Something about being up late on a Sunday night sends me into panic mode but I think I'm gonna be daring and try it one day.
ReplyDeleteYes, Raine, try it and let me know. Something tells me your usual bedtime is 10.30 or 11, then. :-)
ReplyDeleteSounds idyllic. I'm going with Raine though, staying out late on A Sunday frightens me.
ReplyDeleteAwww, Ada, you must try it sometime. Just don't "linger too long on the night".
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