Work night out

Well, night out, so to speak. Our table in the Market Bar was booked for 6pm, so we were spat back out onto the street by 7.30pm, when our ninety minutes had run out. 
So here I was, at the end of the "night", in broad daylight, buzzing on my two Heinekens 0.0 

This is how I roll, baby. In the New Normal.