Leavin

So I'm leaving the homeland tomorrow to return to the city.

I decided I was going down there on the spur of the moment the other day. And once I had even thought that I might go down there was no way to convince myself that I couldn't.

Sure, this means that I'll miss all the festivities up here, but lets face it, every New Year that I've tried to celebrate in Binghamton has been fail, fail, fail. Something always goes ary. So, in order to escape the curse, I've got to get the hell out of dodge before the devil catches me. I honestly have no clue how long I'm going to be down there. There's quite a few places I could drift to.

The only thing that is for certain is that I'll be returning before the sixth, because Chris is coming to the homelands to visit me and meet everyone in my circle of friends.

I'm going to try real hard to go to the ball drop in time square. Of course its gonna be packed, so I might just give up on it, but I've always wanted to go experience something like that. Super pumped about this trip. Its going to be real nice to be in the city and not have to worry about class.


Anyway, aside from that, my adventure last night needs to be noted. Nikki called me up to ask me to take her somewhere tomorrow, but she said she was at Milo's so I was like "OMG FUCK TALKING ABOUT TOMORROW I COME OVAR NAO." I flew over there and we had magical musical sing along time while watching Nik and Milo play Tony Hawk and some other skiing game. Then around 4 am Ben was getting restless about not sleeping, so I suggested going on a walk. We skipped off to the Hess, us being the motly crew of hippy, goth, and classic college student respectively. I say classic college student because I didn't curb my excitement about hanging out at Milo's enough to change out of my pajamas. In anycase, we got drinks and strawberry cigars at the Hess, and then took off up the mountain with a huff and a cloud of strawberry smoke trailing after us.

So, I'm relatively sure no one intended on climbing THE WHOLE mountain, but once we got up to a certain level and away from Binghamton, we started seeing this amazing pattern of streetlights, like the city was a blanket of stars. So, of course we wanted to head upwards to get a better view. On the way I tried to roll my tea can down the hill, but it was way too fucking loud to allow an actual decent, so I gave it a proper roadside burial in a snowdrift. Then I found the perfect bamboo whackin stick and we proceeded to pass and trick it amoungst each other for the lulz.

Once we hit the peak of the mountain, it was about six am, and the view was almost perfect. It was like looking down onto a sparkling ocean. There were lines of lights that looked like stardust trails leading off into the horizon, and when you tilted your head sideways it was like the world was splitting in two. We all shared a group hug, because the moment was just too picturesque not too. We stayed gazing at the view for about a half hour, then decided it was time to head back to Milo's. On our way down I showed my mad skillz with the bow-staff, and about five minutes after trick time was over and we'd moved on, a cop stopped by us to find out what we were doing. It kinda went something like this.

Me: Hi.
Cop: What are you kids doing?
Me: Goin' for a walk. Is that ok?
Cop: Getting into any trouble?
Me: Nope, just wandering."
Cop: (to milo) What's in your pocket?
Milo: (tries to figure out which pocket he's talking about, then realizes he's refering to his drink. he pulls it out and shows him) Green tea.
Cop: Hm. Alright, stay out of trouble.
Me: Yessir. Have a good night.

Pretty much the first time a cop has just approached a group of us to find out what we're up to. Which is strange, considering this was one of the more innocent of our adventures.

Anyway, so we made it the rest of the way back down the hill, back into Milo's house, and settled in a big puppy pile on the couch. Wrastling, of course, ensued. Milo almost crushed my fingers around my ring, and I ended up kicking him, albiet lightly, in the temple. Though apparently even the tap I gave him was enough to make him black out and fall over. He still insists he could take me in an actual fight, but considering that I only showed the slightest bit of pain when my fingers were about to actually break, and the fact that I merely tapped him with a kick and made him go down, I think all of us knows who would come out on top. XD Not that I would ever do harm to princess. I was shocked as hell that the kick affected him so much.

Anyway, after all that we had a bunch of random conversations, fueled by exaughstion (at this point it was around 7am). So Milo hopped up to go to piss and I curled up in his spot, and then when he came back we ended up being even more in a puppy pile because Nikki and him both ended up curling up using me as a pillow. I gotta say, I'm always super comfortable in situations like this. Furfaggish or not, I have a pack mentality from my dogs always taking care of me more than my mother. But alas, there is no sleeping allowed on Milo's couches, so I left for home when they decided they were falling asleep and skittered back into Milo's den.

Made it home in one piece, of course, despite the tight parking situation I found myself in. I passed out almost instantly after hitting the pillow, and slept a very good, dreamless sleep. After all, what dream could've stood up to that fucking epic mountain adventure?