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Last night I went out to dinner with some very missed friends of mine. One of them had just come back from Iraq, so it was great to see him safe and sound. He started talking about the house and all the ridiculous shit that happened there. Nate brought up all the times that i would get really drunk and do something silly, and then i would just run upstairs and everyone would forget about it. But 5 minutes later i would come back down and do something else just as silly and so on and so forth. Or how randomly in the midst of the morning you could often find me in the basement dancing by myself. Sometimes i forget how amazing those times really were. I would do many things to go back to those nights.