Truths of Old

Everybody who spent his / her weekend dancing in a suit under the mid-day sun raise your hand, please.

You're all mad, all of you...

(how did I get roped into this?)

Ah, but it paid off in the end.

What you don't see - the countless re-takes upon re-takes, and the "axe gang" gradually wilting under the midday heat. The lollipop melting by the end of the scene. The two axe gangers (really, umbrella gangers) playing an "umbrella game" of pool. The unfortunate moments when umbrellas decided to take on a mind of their own.
And broomsticks too.

Thanks to us? No - thank you for the memories, Randy. We had fun.

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Aha, so that's what a graveyard is. So des ne. And so that's how it puts people out cold... ahahaha.

Revenge is sweet. Grin.

And Miss NPS is still most definitely NPS.

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It was the strangest thing.

It was noisy in the club, and I had that sense of slightly surrealism which I get everytime I go somewhere so loud I can't hear myself think.

"Meet Ti__a!" someone said.

I looked up into her eyes with a shock of recognition even as I took her hand in mine.

That name... it couldn't possibly be?

I smiled absently, then proceeded to text message the wrong number about it. I thought about her the second I heard the name...

Coincidences, coincidences.
I turned around after messaging her to leave for the loo.

She stepped in the door at that very instant; we almost walked into each other.

I think she's here....?

And indeed, it was her.

With some people, coincidences - or perhaps destiny - cluster around them like flies to fresh meat...

... I remember what that felt like.