Day FiftySeven

Thursday

the alarm goes off

after a four hour sleep
preceded by a pub quiz we didn't win,
a newly discovered RnB venue,
and shots at a local bar.

I expect a hangover 
but it never hits me.

More so 
it is a quiet and easy day where
literally everyone at the hostel
has set off for camping.

Alex is going South
while the team of girls with Basem are going North.

I see them getting ready and it's really like sending the kids to school.
They prepare the bags while I check if they got their toothbrushes,
they get things from the kitchen while I say plastic cups is a good idea,
and they head off as I do the count of who's going.

I pray they have a good time
and that all the ducks come back
as I return to the desk.

Duce and Hanna 
are the only ones left,
including Arturo
who's new to the house.

The night comes and we set out our own little camp fire
i.e. sit around the low living room table
and decorate it with snacks
while we talk about stories and gossip.

Zeed joins and though he's the one drinking wine
it looks like it's hit me and Han.

We go on and on
on the wagon of 'seen better'
and we're between
boredom has hit and cards of humanity.

'Seen better' is a way to comment on a situation that isn't the best.

'Seen better nights'

'Seen better girlfriends'

'Seen better religions'

'Seen better eyesites'

'Seen better discussion topics'

'Seen better Australians'

and the night continued with hummus, Doritos

and the nonsense

that made perfect sense.

Seen better blog posts.