flung
it absolutely is the simple things.
tonight was spring fling, which is usually kind of sad because it's not sketchy enough for me and too sketchy for everyone else. here i am, where every dance i've been to in high school was of the bump 'n grind variety and then i get to messiah and suddenly everyone is leaving room for jesus so you're dancing with your date who's halfway across the dance floor. it is kind of sad.
it's gotten better in the past few years. last year they had the dance in the whitaker science cetner, so you could goof around with the science exhibits if you didn't like dancing. there were issues with air conditioning and such, but they fixed that this year.
anyways, the dance. the dance itself was pretty cool, we got to geek out in the electronica room and watched an imax in 3D, but afterwards was what was the best. there was a massive massive jam out of the parking garage when we left, so we said screw waiting in line and we hiked to the top of the parking garage and smoked. simple thing number one. a cigarette eleven stories up at one in the morning.
afterwards, the jam hadn't died down yet so we played mafia with two other cars until we started moving, but we weren't done so we went to the diner (about fourteen of us) and sat around chatting. i drank about five cups of coffee, which was simple thing two. coffee when you're getting a little drowsy and it picks you right up and you can feel it soak into your veins.
so we stayed at the diner for a while, then came home. it's four in the morning and we're all running empty but we're still laughing, all five of us jammed in this little car and i just looked around and said "damn, i really wouldn't wish to be anywhere else right now. this, this, this."
i didn't actually say that but it was in my head.
simple thing number three: the flcl soundtrack at four in the morning. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm...i should get to sleep. but not quite yet.
tonight was spring fling, which is usually kind of sad because it's not sketchy enough for me and too sketchy for everyone else. here i am, where every dance i've been to in high school was of the bump 'n grind variety and then i get to messiah and suddenly everyone is leaving room for jesus so you're dancing with your date who's halfway across the dance floor. it is kind of sad.
it's gotten better in the past few years. last year they had the dance in the whitaker science cetner, so you could goof around with the science exhibits if you didn't like dancing. there were issues with air conditioning and such, but they fixed that this year.
anyways, the dance. the dance itself was pretty cool, we got to geek out in the electronica room and watched an imax in 3D, but afterwards was what was the best. there was a massive massive jam out of the parking garage when we left, so we said screw waiting in line and we hiked to the top of the parking garage and smoked. simple thing number one. a cigarette eleven stories up at one in the morning.
afterwards, the jam hadn't died down yet so we played mafia with two other cars until we started moving, but we weren't done so we went to the diner (about fourteen of us) and sat around chatting. i drank about five cups of coffee, which was simple thing two. coffee when you're getting a little drowsy and it picks you right up and you can feel it soak into your veins.
so we stayed at the diner for a while, then came home. it's four in the morning and we're all running empty but we're still laughing, all five of us jammed in this little car and i just looked around and said "damn, i really wouldn't wish to be anywhere else right now. this, this, this."
i didn't actually say that but it was in my head.
simple thing number three: the flcl soundtrack at four in the morning. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm...i should get to sleep. but not quite yet.