"'Cause no one ever does, and no one ever thinks of me that way..."
I left Sokol before the Two Gallants for the fact that I wasn't much in the mood for the rather mediocre rocking going on, and it was getting overwhelming making rounds with so many people I know. I've been at Sokol three nights of this week, and rediscovered a few people I literally have not spoken to in a year or two. It's kind of too much after awhile. It's weird to know so many people as acquiaintances, but last night was just great being able to see Joe and also run into some amazingly nice new friends.
It was just a matter of serendipity running into Nick and his friend with Creighton's homecoming happening right upstairs. While I'm not too bummed about missing the show, I will just be honest in saying one of the main reasons I decided to go with them was getting some handle on what is going on. I guess Mr. Belle and Sebastian had just broken things off with his girlfriend. The ride back to the house with all of them in the car, including the now mutually separated couple - wasn't very awkward. In fact, I think his girlfriend's awesome and we're most likely going to hang out sometime. The night progressed oddly, and I guess from what I witnessed in actually walking into a darkened room - I'm pretty much done actively going for anyone at this point.
I crashed at Nick's. There was no lack of warm people there, and Luke closed the night offering a warm glass of milk, a shot of cheap Canadian whiskey and platonic cuddling if I were to have trouble sleeping. And then in the morning, I woke up to the claxon sound of his alarm and simultaneous showering, dry coughing and vomitting. It was a strange 12 hours to say the least.
This signals the dozenth (fake word) show in about two and half weeks and also the second or third weekend I haven't slept in my own bed. I'm getting worn out on the fact that I'm interacting with this excess of people and honestly, there's only one or two friends I really want to spend time with that I never can...and one person that I want the chance to interact more with. It's weird.
I'm beginning to think that I have really fucked up notions of monogamy for a viral, strapping college student.
It was just a matter of serendipity running into Nick and his friend with Creighton's homecoming happening right upstairs. While I'm not too bummed about missing the show, I will just be honest in saying one of the main reasons I decided to go with them was getting some handle on what is going on. I guess Mr. Belle and Sebastian had just broken things off with his girlfriend. The ride back to the house with all of them in the car, including the now mutually separated couple - wasn't very awkward. In fact, I think his girlfriend's awesome and we're most likely going to hang out sometime. The night progressed oddly, and I guess from what I witnessed in actually walking into a darkened room - I'm pretty much done actively going for anyone at this point.
I crashed at Nick's. There was no lack of warm people there, and Luke closed the night offering a warm glass of milk, a shot of cheap Canadian whiskey and platonic cuddling if I were to have trouble sleeping. And then in the morning, I woke up to the claxon sound of his alarm and simultaneous showering, dry coughing and vomitting. It was a strange 12 hours to say the least.
This signals the dozenth (fake word) show in about two and half weeks and also the second or third weekend I haven't slept in my own bed. I'm getting worn out on the fact that I'm interacting with this excess of people and honestly, there's only one or two friends I really want to spend time with that I never can...and one person that I want the chance to interact more with. It's weird.
I'm beginning to think that I have really fucked up notions of monogamy for a viral, strapping college student.