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Friday night was Beth's birthday. Her, Piper, Steve, and I got dinner at a Chinese food place and saw Dave Chappelle's Block Party (funny shit). Afterward we went back to Beth's place, watched Aladdin, and drank whiskey sours. After pretending to sleep on her couch for a few hours I left and walked home around 6:30am.
After work on Saturday Jasmine called me and invited me to her friend's birthday party. I went to her apartment and we hung out, made cookies, and drank a little whiskey before going on a bike ride with some of her friends. After a fantastic bike ride in the marvelous weather (my third of the day) we all headed over to her friend's house in Allston. I remember meeting a lot of people (but not their names), dancing a bit, wandering around in the backyard, fighting people for the whiskey bottle, and for the most part having a pretty good time. We went back to her place with a bunch of people once the party ended and I spent various amounts of time failng to sleep in her bed, on her couch, and on her floor.
After those fantastic nights, work today was less than exciting. I'm pretty sure that my body hates me.
Generally, I don't notice changes in myself. Day to day I would say that I don't change at all, and until recently I would have said that within reasonable limits, I was more or less the same person I was in high school. However, I realized this weekend that the person I was four years ago would probably very much dislike the person I am now.
After work on Saturday Jasmine called me and invited me to her friend's birthday party. I went to her apartment and we hung out, made cookies, and drank a little whiskey before going on a bike ride with some of her friends. After a fantastic bike ride in the marvelous weather (my third of the day) we all headed over to her friend's house in Allston. I remember meeting a lot of people (but not their names), dancing a bit, wandering around in the backyard, fighting people for the whiskey bottle, and for the most part having a pretty good time. We went back to her place with a bunch of people once the party ended and I spent various amounts of time failng to sleep in her bed, on her couch, and on her floor.
After those fantastic nights, work today was less than exciting. I'm pretty sure that my body hates me.
Generally, I don't notice changes in myself. Day to day I would say that I don't change at all, and until recently I would have said that within reasonable limits, I was more or less the same person I was in high school. However, I realized this weekend that the person I was four years ago would probably very much dislike the person I am now.