bittersweet
it was a beautiful evening, but terrible at the same time.
i'm sure a detailed account will come tomorrow, once i'm sobered up, but let me say now that tonight was a special one. not just because i went to Montey's for the first time, or because Chris neglected me (not the end of the world, but annoying), or because the STYCs were tied up, eek.
the toughest moment was when, on the dancefloor in Tru, Dutchie burst into tears. tonight was probably her last night out of the year, as she has to focus on her senior thesis now. "Reach" by S Club 7 has become "her" song, the one she most associates with life here in Goodricke. as soon as i heard it, i looked at her, and saw that she had tears streaming down her face. it didn't take long before all the other women noticed (Harriet, Emily, Vicki, Anna) and we were all holding each other, crying ourselves. we moved off the dancefloor, but couldn't stop the weeping. eventually some of the guys noticed (Lee, Jack, Anthony, Ian) and tried hugging us and cheering us up. i can sympathise with Dutchie so profoundly; i couldn't stop. no one can ignore it any longer. Dutchie and i are leaving, and we're not coming back. not for a long time. i'll never forget that little moment, it was horrible.
nights out can be a right pain in the ass, but mostly they're lovely. 100x better than they are in Toronto, and i'll miss them so much. i don't know about this year, but for sure next year - it will take ages for me to go out clubbing without crying over memories from every song.
i'm sure a detailed account will come tomorrow, once i'm sobered up, but let me say now that tonight was a special one. not just because i went to Montey's for the first time, or because Chris neglected me (not the end of the world, but annoying), or because the STYCs were tied up, eek.
the toughest moment was when, on the dancefloor in Tru, Dutchie burst into tears. tonight was probably her last night out of the year, as she has to focus on her senior thesis now. "Reach" by S Club 7 has become "her" song, the one she most associates with life here in Goodricke. as soon as i heard it, i looked at her, and saw that she had tears streaming down her face. it didn't take long before all the other women noticed (Harriet, Emily, Vicki, Anna) and we were all holding each other, crying ourselves. we moved off the dancefloor, but couldn't stop the weeping. eventually some of the guys noticed (Lee, Jack, Anthony, Ian) and tried hugging us and cheering us up. i can sympathise with Dutchie so profoundly; i couldn't stop. no one can ignore it any longer. Dutchie and i are leaving, and we're not coming back. not for a long time. i'll never forget that little moment, it was horrible.
nights out can be a right pain in the ass, but mostly they're lovely. 100x better than they are in Toronto, and i'll miss them so much. i don't know about this year, but for sure next year - it will take ages for me to go out clubbing without crying over memories from every song.