me: i wish we went out more.

t: let’s go out.

me: but there’s nothing going on.

t: would you like to watch a fawlty towers?

me: i don’t feel like watching tv. what would you like to do?

t: i don’t know.

me: should we go out?

t: sure.

5 minutes later.

t: are you going to get ready to go out?

me: I don’t really feel like going out.

it’s a catch-22 cost-benefit relationship with us and the club scene in cork. we need to go out, we really do. we need to meet more people, expand our social existence. and yet, when it comes time to actually haul ourselves up off the couch and into the fray of 15-year olds in miniskirts and heavy makeup who have snuck past the bouncers, and through the crowd of langers hanging round the club doors with cigarettes and tispy pints, it just doesn’t seem worth the time, effort or money. where are the sound, friendly people? i have a sneaking suspicion that they’re all at home sitting on the couch, drinking wine with their friends.

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