A European boy kept me company on Friday night and while he drank wine and I stuck to my Russian vodka, I smiled for the first time that week. I remember the next night I drank liquor in a beautiful garden along the riverside and watched F1-11's fly aimlessly above me. The people around me were those I loved and I was all liquored up, nothing more was needed. I remember telling him "Shut up and hold me," as if I have to force romance upon myself considering it has gone out of fashion. I hate when trends come in and out, especially when romance is one of them.
