"AaronDobler, you should've seen what this girl used to do!" - JRM
Last night was so nice. After probably six months of not seeing any of my college friends - half of us having graduated and half currently student-teaching - I was in the presence of more than a dozen of them (JohnMitchell, Ashlee, Sara, KristenKarazsia + friends, McFee + friends, Leah, Shelby, Aaron, Honkey). The reason for the night out was, of course, Mr. Mitchell's long-awaited visit. I speak like everyone who reads this knows him, which isn't that outrageous of a thought.
So I spent the early part of the evening primping, which took a good hour and a half (not including bath-time). I was quite pleased with my cute and pretty look. Many brooches equal success. My time spent did not go unnoticed either, as within literally two minutes of entering the Keg, after the initial "OHMYGOD IT'S RACHEL SCHMUCKER!", I was told how incredibly healthy I looked and how I have great brooches. All of this was YELLED at me by a drunken Mitchell, who sat a whole one seat over and had been drinking since 4 p.m. - it was now 10 p.m.
I talked with JohnMitchell and Ashlee the most, as the other people came in randomly after about a half hour. I was concerned Aaron and Honkey would have an unpleasant time (at least they had each other, because I ignored them), but because everyone in Edinboro is connected, Honkey and Mitchell knew each other. The three even participated in a "Madonna is my queen and you cannot criticize her importance" discussion. By "discussion" I mean they listened to JohnMitchell's fagtastic adoration-filled ramblings.
Around 11:30 p.m. I decided to call it a night, as there were too many people to comfortably move around and talk to my closer friends. It reminded me of fall my senior year, when I would spend until midnight at the Keg talking and drinking and when everybody would head to the Hotel to dance, I would say my goodbyes and slip away home.
I don't know where I'm going with this. I just wanted to write how good it felt to be my old self again and to document the evening. It felt nice to escape.
So I spent the early part of the evening primping, which took a good hour and a half (not including bath-time). I was quite pleased with my cute and pretty look. Many brooches equal success. My time spent did not go unnoticed either, as within literally two minutes of entering the Keg, after the initial "OHMYGOD IT'S RACHEL SCHMUCKER!", I was told how incredibly healthy I looked and how I have great brooches. All of this was YELLED at me by a drunken Mitchell, who sat a whole one seat over and had been drinking since 4 p.m. - it was now 10 p.m.
I talked with JohnMitchell and Ashlee the most, as the other people came in randomly after about a half hour. I was concerned Aaron and Honkey would have an unpleasant time (at least they had each other, because I ignored them), but because everyone in Edinboro is connected, Honkey and Mitchell knew each other. The three even participated in a "Madonna is my queen and you cannot criticize her importance" discussion. By "discussion" I mean they listened to JohnMitchell's fagtastic adoration-filled ramblings.
Around 11:30 p.m. I decided to call it a night, as there were too many people to comfortably move around and talk to my closer friends. It reminded me of fall my senior year, when I would spend until midnight at the Keg talking and drinking and when everybody would head to the Hotel to dance, I would say my goodbyes and slip away home.
I don't know where I'm going with this. I just wanted to write how good it felt to be my old self again and to document the evening. It felt nice to escape.