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So much has happened in the last few weeks. I'm suprised I haven't jumped on this by now. In 2 days I went to my best friend from college's bachelor party which involved my first visit to a strip club. After the initial shock that the non jock element of the party had at first we settled in(right in the reserved section directly in front mind you) and watched what my brother constantly invites me to. After the first half hour I was fucking BORED. I love whomever I tell this to always responds (both girl and guy) with "well which one did you go to?". It doesn't make a difference really, those clubs aren't my thing. So what I'm gonna pay a girl to make me horny? I can pop in sin city for free at home. I feel as if I would get the same reaction if I went to ghana and had some starving family to pay me for waxed fruit. Oh no kids u can't eat it just rub it all over you. We did have some moments of fun but overall I just wanted to go home. It was sad to see keith getting married. And much more sedated. Older. Same guy I would(try to) skate with and be inseparable hanging around wrigleyville and argyle with. We did get nostalgic.
Then the next day was brendans bday/going away party. My current best friend is moving to san fran with his lady. No more mystery mornings of "hey where did that pizza box come from and why is there a shattered ash tray on the floor? And why are u wearing a bike helmet in bed?" no more hilarious bbqs. No more obnoxious laughter and buying each other round after round. No more little cesars and 40 ounce nights. Delilahs with him is done. Bob inn(ech!) gone which is finally a reason not to go there anymore. Just nothing. This is a crossroads in my life I see. New people new days ahead.
And I'm moving in an apartment I really don't want to. I am desperate to find a place. I might just stick at this place for a month or 2 but I'm not crazy about it.
Then the next day was brendans bday/going away party. My current best friend is moving to san fran with his lady. No more mystery mornings of "hey where did that pizza box come from and why is there a shattered ash tray on the floor? And why are u wearing a bike helmet in bed?" no more hilarious bbqs. No more obnoxious laughter and buying each other round after round. No more little cesars and 40 ounce nights. Delilahs with him is done. Bob inn(ech!) gone which is finally a reason not to go there anymore. Just nothing. This is a crossroads in my life I see. New people new days ahead.
And I'm moving in an apartment I really don't want to. I am desperate to find a place. I might just stick at this place for a month or 2 but I'm not crazy about it.