conversations over coffee
the other night, kayla, ryan, ashley, dave, jon, cosmo, nick, chris, jay, john, wes, and myself, (this list excludes the unfamiliar people who were also there) went for a drunken explorational hike through the wilderness on the west bank, everything had a good clean summer feel to it. jon and i had a brilliant idea to climb to the roof of a campus building, which we did and from there we watched everyone else climb to the top too, we went to the stairs, we made a fire in a place i had never been, chris yelled at me and told me that he knew who i was, i didnt mind because before he got there the fire was a miserable pile of ashen leaves and paper. a forty of pbr and a bottle of whiskey, i sat between johns legs and he put his arms around my shoulders, and i was falling for him, even though he sometimes talks too loudly, that is the main point of this post, but i do not want to be too blunt about it, or get swept up in it, why bother when i am leaving in a month and a half for europe and will not be home until september and when i return i plan to leave immediately for the west coast to visit lizzy and maybe settle down for a bit. anyway me and john talked a bit about our observations of everyone else, we talked a bit more on the walk home when he put his arm around my shoulder and i put my hand across his back, this caused us a very clumsy but comfortable walk back, i talked into his chest, we started having a very good conversation. i am a fan of good conversations.