Take on good vibes
I celebrated 4th of July with friends from Michigan. We drove 3 hours or so to get to Lake Michigan, were we rented a large house. It was fancy as fuck. Note: I wanted to use bougie but I looked up the meaning of the word, which seems to be acting high class/wealthy while not being high class/wealthy, and I think in this case, we have to eat our hats and accept we are kinda in a good place, financially.
It was crazy and cool. We drank a lot, a lot, a lot and had these stereotypical 3 am talks over cigarettes and warm wine about life, the universe and everything else. I am glad I found people who are insanely smart, eloquent and funny. You know, going from doing one hand cartwheels while holding a cigarette (my friend Guillaume taught me!) to discussing the nature of fundamental physics and the limits of dark energy/dark matter models in a span of 45 minutes (he's an astrophysicist) is kinda a great sign that I will get along with people. Another person who joined our group, the most insane drunk person, is a medical doctor with an insane curiosity about the world, just about able to hold up any type of conversation. The list goes on but yea, I won't bore you with it.
The first night we partied like crazy, then I talked a lot with Guillaume about random stuff, he's moving to the UK soon. Eventually, it was 5:30AM and the sun started to rise, so I made myself coffee and started working (while he went to sleep). I got in around 2 hours of work before people woke up - submitted an application and checked the last stages of our publication (called proofing, just to see if the editor has edited things properly.). The rest of the weekend was kinda a sleep deprived haze of arguments, drinking, jokes and good vibes.
It was fucking great.
I am still alive, you know? Inside, I am still alive and curious and I love people's stories, which was something I was almost was not sure if it was the case anymore.
It was crazy and cool. We drank a lot, a lot, a lot and had these stereotypical 3 am talks over cigarettes and warm wine about life, the universe and everything else. I am glad I found people who are insanely smart, eloquent and funny. You know, going from doing one hand cartwheels while holding a cigarette (my friend Guillaume taught me!) to discussing the nature of fundamental physics and the limits of dark energy/dark matter models in a span of 45 minutes (he's an astrophysicist) is kinda a great sign that I will get along with people. Another person who joined our group, the most insane drunk person, is a medical doctor with an insane curiosity about the world, just about able to hold up any type of conversation. The list goes on but yea, I won't bore you with it.
The first night we partied like crazy, then I talked a lot with Guillaume about random stuff, he's moving to the UK soon. Eventually, it was 5:30AM and the sun started to rise, so I made myself coffee and started working (while he went to sleep). I got in around 2 hours of work before people woke up - submitted an application and checked the last stages of our publication (called proofing, just to see if the editor has edited things properly.). The rest of the weekend was kinda a sleep deprived haze of arguments, drinking, jokes and good vibes.
It was fucking great.
I am still alive, you know? Inside, I am still alive and curious and I love people's stories, which was something I was almost was not sure if it was the case anymore.