thinking out loud

ok, there's something to be said for making the best guacamole in the world, homemade chips, homemade pitas and mediterranean salad with the most fabulous

bluejayway, co-enjoying public transit on the way to a party with nobody i knew, dancing to madonna, playing (and kicking some ass at) some drinking games whose rules i never fully comprehended (but i know i was winning!), meeting a fellow t4k kid, and then spending about 3 hours naked in a hot tub while the cold rain came down, getting chased out the door by a girl who wanted my phone number, and finally riding 5 miles home safely to a warm cat, warm bed, Tortoise-the-band, and sleep. yeah. that's the shit.

why can't every night be like this? oh yeah, because i'm not actually 22 anymore. bad excuse.