
The sun has came down. The crowd was unpretentious. The street behind Hollywood Bowl Stage and the sky were particularly empty. We had with us our share bottle of wine, expired cheese, overly hard baguette and Dave Brubeck Quartet to fill in the night.
Then there was you... looking at me with that look and smile of yours. Punch drunk darling, we are punch drunk.
It was nice, your little thoughtful surprise.
1 comment:
wahhh
ada yang mesti laporan sama gue nih kayaknya? =P
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