Freedom! Two drunk college women, both alike in inebriation, She tripped her way over to our table leaving her companions temporarily behind, she had two cigarettes but nothing to light them with. She asked to borrow my lighter twice, once for each cigarette, not quite getting the efficiency that would come from lighting both at once. I must have given her some sort of a look about lighting up two cigarettes because she felt compelled to mention that one of them was for her friend. That, however, didn't seem to be enough as she felt compelled to add that it was her birthday so she could smoke two if she wanted to. Satisfied with he victory over the elements she stumbled back to here friends leaving us in thankful solitude. That solitude was short lived however. First, our precious smoking patio began to fill in a steady stream with college students who were looking to, like, get totally wasted. Then came the show. The young ladies who had seemingly gone from drunk to plowed were off in the corner have a grand time making out with each other. It took almost no time at all for every man in the room to be intently watching the show. It took almost as long for birthday girl to notice, at which point she promptly yelled, "It's my birthday! I can make out with whoever I want!". That statement was like chum in the water for the young men already happy as clams with the show. Instantly shouts arose, "That's right!" and "You go. It's your birthday. Party!" while (I'm sure) there were internal shouts of "Me next!" and "I'm gonna get her so drunk." That was about the time we crotchety old folks decided it was time to flee the fucking scene.
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