Where were you last night?

  

 

                                                                               

Night time is the happiest time of day for me. All the best bits seem to happen late at night. Whether it be walks on the beach after a bottle... or 2 of champagne, or late night park visits, or 1 am study sessions. (and by that I mean... one would start studying at 1am) or even just cosy up late night movies. Admit it, night time is just groovy.  Probably more dangerous. Definitely not as tragic as early morning starts.

One of the great things about being young, is that there is no such thing as bedtime.  Sometimes I will stay up till 3 am, drinking tea, and just staring at the complete darkness. The occasional car will go past, the occasional shout will be heard, but I always feel way cooler than everyone else because it seems I am the only person in the world who gets to be awake to notice any of these things.

Night time is a time for romance. It is a time for being happy and drunk and writing. It is a time for reading the best book you have ever picked up, it is a time for friends and fun and crazy games. There is nothing lovelier than cracking open some malibu, accepting defeat by freddo frogs, zoning out with a little Michael Bublé and doing some fancy cartwheels up a beach around a fire of glow sticks.

So... where were you last night?