The Love Kickstarts Again

Title inspiration: More Dubstep

FOR REALS


So it's a Friday night, and I'm in college; Take a guess as to what I did.
I'm feeling pretty good right now, and I just got back from a party at The Playground with great friends like Treyson, Princess Dye, Queen Bee, Uncle Waldo, Justin Timberlake, and many others. I'm very happy about this night for the express reason that this is the first and only occasion that I have been more sober (and in this case by a long shot) than Treyson; He is ALWAYS the one taking care of me. I finally got the chance to pay him back. This must be how Mother Theresa felt.

                                                     (^ Uncle Waldo ^)

I liked tonight because we started drinking around nine an didn't leave until after two. Even though I would have liked to stay longer, it was a fantastic evening for a couple reasons. Firstly, all of my best friends were there, which automatically makes the situation feel like Christmas during a world war. We also started drinking at nine, as previously mentioned, which allowed me to be rather toasty for quite a while. On top of that, Treyson and I went up against Uncle Waldo and Taco Bell in beer pong and won by one cup in overtime; Talk about intensity. To shorten it up a bit here's what else was involved: glow stix; tang; dancing in the style of Michael Jackson, The Robot, and whatever it is that I do; tang; lots of booze; and false cop alarms. I include false cop alarms as a plus because it gives an adrenaline rush and gave me an excuse to pretend to sleep on an air mattress and cuddle with friends.

FOR SEARS
(That means "seriously")

I probably haven't had this good of a night since Wednesday night, during which I was drawn on profusely. The writings included "still best friends," "happy trail," a heart (which was drawn on with lipstick, or something similar, and hard as hell to wash off), "virgin," and "Gun Show: $10."

Queen Bee has a terrible habit and impressive track record of writing "virgin" on me since the first time we met.

This evening was littered with smoke breaks on the porch, socks getting wet, me taking my shirt off, me letting people write on me (Treyson wrote his nickname on my lower stomach with an arrow to my peen, per usual, and "virgin" found its way onto my back as well as, from what I hear, a leprechaun), Dubstep, lesser music, pong, people flirting, and generally a grand ole time. Think of the last great party you went to, the one that stood out from the rest of them, and then realize that that's the party I go to every time I go to this house. I'm not bragging; I'm just saying that my friends are better than yours.

WELL, ANYHOODIEANDABLOWFISH


We got back to campus, I ate some of my mom's goulash that she sent up with me (heavenly), Treyson helped himself with his inebriated state, I listened to (what else) Dubstep, and everyone wound down, waiting for the morning when we could all reunite, figure out what was written on me, and eat at Denny's.

MORE GOODIES


Because I'm sure you don't like reading about how my life is better that yours (I'm Better), here are some things to cheer you up:
Jake and Amir
Still Jake and Amir
A Friend Doing Things
Aight My Peepoh!

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