There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day. Night life is when you get up with a hangover in the morning. Night life is when everybody says what the hell and you do not remember who paid the bill. Night life goes round and round and you look at the wall to make it stop. Night life comes out of a bottle and goes into a jar. If you think how much are the drinks it is not night life.
Break windows, smoke cigars, and stay up late. Tell 'em to do that, they'll find a little pot of gold.
The first lights of the evening were springing into pale existence. The Ferris wheel, pricked out now in lights, revolved leisurely through the dusk; a few empty cars of the roller coaster rattled overhead.
When you finish work, practically everybody in that place is going to watch a movie at night anyway. They're tired. They have dinner. They go up to their room. They're watching TV.
There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day.
I do not think anything serious should be done after dinner, as nothing should be before breakfast.
That was the only decision there was once upon a time: what to do with the night.
