vultures

Yesterday I shotted a Dooley's. I don't like Dooley's. Or Bailey's. Or other "ley's". It's something with the warm chocolate and aftertaste of soo much alcohol that just doesn't work for me. Probably has something to do with the fact that I'm not the biggest fan of warm chocolate either - unless I'm outside and iceskating on a lake or something. Then it's perfectly normal and alright and expected.
I also had about half a glass of pear cider, two cokes and one sprite and I was on top of my game. It was bloody awesome. Me and my friends even went dancing. Last time we did that was last summer and before that... who knows? Everyone in there were probably in their late teens, which made us... oh, about ten years older. And we felt it. And we didn't care. I even checked a guy out - I did nothing though, it'd be like coming on to someone's little brother or something. There were loads of songs we'd never heard which made us go "huh?" and everyone else go "WOOOOO!". When Hanson's Mmmbop started playing everyone cheered. I laughed and my best friend felt horribly embarassed. We went dancing to it and I told her: "When this song became famous we were twelve. If everyone in here is 18, that means they were 7 when this song was famous." She answered: "Is that suppose to make me feel better?!". Of course I answered "Yes" and smiled. She started laughing and couldn't deny that it was quite funny. Of course, she was semi-drunk so it could've been that, haha.