I think I’ll start this by telling everyone to get fucked. Why were so many of you in town on Friday? How much did you spend on those tickets to see what’s-his-name? Like seriously, you made my life so much harder. And it was bloody raining? Honestly, you could have all just stayed home and played the same songs from your phones. But no, you decided to go to town to listen to the same tracks that play every damn weekend.
Okay, this isn’t me hating on you (it totally is), and I think it’s great that so many of you decided to do something fun (was it really?) with your mates. And for the freshers, I genuinely hope you guys had a great Friday experience of Hamilton town. However, that does not mean it was fun for ME.
If you can’t tell already, I’m just going to keep complaining for no reason at all (fucking hell, I sound like such a pick me). I think town actually looked pretty alright, but from the outside, it’s terrible. It was fucking freezing, it kept raining, and I really needed to pee. Also, do you realise how hard it is to understand and talk to a drunk person? It’s funny, I’ll admit that, however after a while I started to wonder how much more fun it would have been to swan dive off of a really tall building.
Despite all the negatives, I will say that all of you were not the problem. You guys were actually super nice and very grateful which was cool to see, so I suppose I take back the “get fucked”. Shout out to all of you who took the bus. I’m mostly just complaining about everything else. I shouldn’t though, I only worked one night and now I’m acting like it’s the end of the world (it sure felt like it).
I will say the highlight of my night was when I played OMG by NewJeans and some chick was vibing to it in her car. At least, I think she was. There is definitely a chance she was either just judging my music choice or vibing to her own. I guess I’ll never know.
