Literature
AS THE SPIRITS MOVE ME
Ah, last night, good friends, and indulgences in the spirits at Saint Rossi's place …….
…….where I marveled at the efficiency of the attractive waitress in serving and at the same time generously spreading winning smiles into the crowd, like releasing doves of peace among the rambunctious revelers. The atmosphere was filled with the collective wisdom of the patrons, and became ever so more poignant and insightful in tact with the emptying glasses that begged for refills.
I could swear the entity that hounds my liqueur cabinet at home, leaving only empty bottles while I am supposedly fast asleep, had somehow followed me here and did the same to my glass. But never mind, let's have another one!
Well into the night, and copious libations later, I decided to make my way home. As usually the case, the metro left just as I got to the station, and I had to wait for the next one, 15 minutes later. Just as I loudly lamented the fact that after 15 minutes the overhead display still showed 6