We were born for this
I am visiting my college for the weekend, to say goodbye to my dear friends before jetting across the pond.
Tonight was incredible. Rob, Atilla, Kathan, Thomas, Jackie and I (all of Oxfam) went to dinner at a pizza place, then to Friendly's for dessert. Then we spent four hours on Hartman Green in the center of campus. We smoked hookah for a few hours (mint, mm mm) then somehow began giving each other back massages, which turned into a line of massages. Then there was content sprawling on the grass, followed by a game where we lay in a circle, each person with their head on someone's stomach, and everyone said "ha" and. It degenerated into a giggle fest, of course. We got a passerby to take pictures, which are hilarious and adorable and vaguely debauched. Throughout our whole evening, students were passing constantly - some complimented our gorgeous hookah (from Turkey, courtesy of the wonderful Atilla) and most stared in bemused fascination at these people who weren't getting drunk, yet having the time of their lives. It was pretty much magical.
Then we came to Thomas's apartment (aka my apartment from this summer) and had pancakes.
For the record, Atilla gives the best massages in the whole fucking world.
I am so content right now.
Tonight was incredible. Rob, Atilla, Kathan, Thomas, Jackie and I (all of Oxfam) went to dinner at a pizza place, then to Friendly's for dessert. Then we spent four hours on Hartman Green in the center of campus. We smoked hookah for a few hours (mint, mm mm) then somehow began giving each other back massages, which turned into a line of massages. Then there was content sprawling on the grass, followed by a game where we lay in a circle, each person with their head on someone's stomach, and everyone said "ha" and. It degenerated into a giggle fest, of course. We got a passerby to take pictures, which are hilarious and adorable and vaguely debauched. Throughout our whole evening, students were passing constantly - some complimented our gorgeous hookah (from Turkey, courtesy of the wonderful Atilla) and most stared in bemused fascination at these people who weren't getting drunk, yet having the time of their lives. It was pretty much magical.
Then we came to Thomas's apartment (aka my apartment from this summer) and had pancakes.
For the record, Atilla gives the best massages in the whole fucking world.
I am so content right now.