Because THIS is the kind of song that use to play on those nights that we traveled with bags on our back. The night would fall and we would all head down to the pub. Men, women, English, Israel, Irish, Spanish, you get the picture. No plans were ever made, you just showed up and sat down. Everyone emptied their pockets and tossed their shit on the table. Money, Smokes, Lighters and pieces of paper.
You sat back and drank till you were kicked out of that pub. You spent hours laughing, singing and patting each other on the back. There was nothing weird, uncomfortable, perverted, violent bullshit about any of it. Everyone was equal and no one gave a fuck about where you came from or what you have done (or hadn't). Everyone was in that moment. Friends were made quickly because we all knew, yet never spoke of it, that these friendships would end as quickly as they were made.
Stories were told. Good conversations. No texting. No facebook. No phones! Anything that needed to be remembered when we sobered up was written on napkins, our arms and even a few times our faces. Pictures were taken, with cameras.
Then the time would come and the pub would be closing... You all grabbed what was yours, said your goodbyes and we all stumbled off into the streets. Some of us in cabs, some of us on foot, a few of us into the bushes and ally ways.
We would head to the shops for greasy foods to fill our bellies, to absorb the alcohol. We would laugh some more, fall a few times, scrape our knees, kiss. The pure innocence of it all. No worries. No doubts. Just a good night out.
Eventually we would find our way back to our rooms, others rooms, anywhere we could lay our heads for the remainder of the night. Only to wake up the next day just to do it all again!