Sunday, 29 August 2010

Average Night Out

So, we were in town the other night, and just as we get near the club, a friend and I realise we don't have any cash on us. (It's worth noting that by this point, we'd been drinking for about four hours, and had polished off just shy of a bottle of vodka each.) There's a cashpoint about five minutes walk away, so we tell the others we'll meet them inside and head up to find it. Standing about ten meters away from it, there's a bunch of guys holding up signs saying 'John 3:7'. Not being a Christan, I have basically no idea what that means, so I ask. I can't quite remember how or why but we ended up talking to them for half an hour. Two of them seemed alright, but one of them, a big Irish fucker (called John funnily enough) was pretty aggressive. I ended up talking to him for half an hour while he alternated between trying to argue with me and just quoting scripture instead. Then my friend pulls me away and we walk all the way back to the club, only to realise we completely blanked to get any money out.

The thing is, I can't remember what John 3:7 means. I could just google it, but I figure I'll wait until the next time I meet a bearded Irishman holding a sign and see if he knows.
So I'm not really sure what's going to go here, but I think enough thoughts that I lose track of them (I'm absent minded) and since my handwriting's shit, I figured I'd do something like this rather than actually write them down. For now though, there's just a poem. On the other hand, it's a really good poem.

Fire and Ice, by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.