(NOT SO) YOUNG + RECKLESS
August 31, 2009
The long weekend was just what I needed to shake things up.
We spent the Saturday at Marvs' place to celebrate his and Benson's birthday. Marvs cooked most of the food, and all I can say is that he could have been accused of stealing all the salt in the sea. While we complained of the possibility of gout, the salt posed a huge advantage later when we started drinking; it woke us up just when we thought we were getting tipsy.
They have rented a videoke machine (of course), which was manned by major belters (of course). (I, on the other hand, missed college too much—so it was alcohol that kept me amused.) In true college style, one of the neighbors—drunk, if I may add—threatened to call the cops on us. A plate of cold (and salty) spaghetti, and a promise to stop the shenanigans by midnight calmed the drunk neighbor down.
When everyone's gin buzz wore off, settling the sleeping arrangements was a matter left to the cowboys, but it was nothing that we couldn't handle.
Salty food + Alcohol + Videoke machine + College friends + Nostalgia = Great times. Oh, to be not so young but reckless.
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Pardon the randomness, this is free writing. Hahahaha.
