25 5 / 2012
A pretty walk is the stupid term I use for when you have nothing fun to do on a weekend night so you just put on makeup and a decent outfit, get a little tipsy, and then go for a walk around the city. Since you’re made up, people assume you’re either going to or coming from somewhere interesting, and since you’ve had a few to drink, you no longer care about the fact that your plans/date/whatever fell through and you’ll soon be going home alone to a tiny apartment that smells weird no matter what you do.
Anyway, the party plans I had for tonight were put on hold (apparently having a single broken bone in one foot prevents you from drinking), and everyone is either sick or out of town, so I’m going for a pretty walk. Makeup has been applied, drinks have been drunk, and now I just need to put pants on.
(Now that I’ve actually typed this out it seems like a sad thing, which it totally is, but it’s also quite enjoyable.)
