Last night sitting with peter and nick, rehashing the classic college dilemma of only one out of the three parties involved having money and the generally understood room-wide need for booze. The elephant in the room is my wallet. Yestarday I said I wasn't going to mulligans last night. I woke up saying the same thing this morning. But today, I promise that I will not go as I have actual plans tonight for the first time all week. Tonight is pool night.
I shouldn't complain much because even though it seems as though life is taking me by the hand into dark, stale, lonely bars I'm still enjoying myself in the bliss that accompanies a lack of responsibility and I've gotten the chance to speak earnestly with peter and nick again.
at least the bar takes me away from the tv and brings me into a realm of actualities. A realm where focus isn't paid to glowing, humming boxes but faces. Loud and oddly serious conversations, not only from drowning out deth metal, but the result of a conversation's natural tendency to increase in volume as each party yearns for someone to listen, facilitated in bounds by slow, delicate inebriation.
1 comment:
it´s true
that stroking someone´s convodick
is a good way to make and to keep friends.
wish i could be there with you guys
as the world is going to end soon.
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