The guys had on weather-appropriate clothing, but were possibly even more drunk than the girls. One of them took a piss against the back of the taxi van rather than walking the few meters across the road to the public toilets. And this van was parked on the bus stop where at least 15 or so people were waiting.
Eventually they managed to sort out their bill and the van drove away. The five people, toting a plastic grocery bag of those ready-mixed cocktails, stumbled off down the street. All three girls were wearing shoes with ridiculously high heels, the kind I wouldn't dare to attempt even when stone cold sober. They wobbled and teetered their way along, often weaving out into the middle of the road for no reason. One of the guys, the one who pissed on the car, insisted on walking on the street, ignoring the wide sidewalk.
I lost sight of them once they turned down one of the side-streets. I wonder where they were going. No bar would have let them in; they were too intoxicated. Maybe they were going to a party, dragging along their pathetic little sack of RTDs. I doubt any of them would even remember if they had a good time or not. I overheard them saying that the taxi into town had cost $95.00 ( which is probably why paying the driver was such a huge mission) so they must have come a long way for their night out. I hope it was worth it.
Do you enjoy watching people on the street? Do you find yourself wondering what the hell they're thinking a lot of the time? Or am I just getting old?