last night i got "freshmen" wasted. and by "freshmen" wasted, i mean so drunk that everything is hysterical and fresh and new, and by the end of the night you can't walk straight.
i love random nights like that where you don't really plan on where you're going and stuff just begins to happen. you can't plan things like me being unable to pronounce my guy friends' names. you can't forsee ridiculous beirut games and the "boob" rack. there is no possible way to imagine one of our friends getting written up for pissing outside, eating pizza in front of our apartment building, or a dance party to start everything off on the right foot. you can't expect to have deep belly laughs, or a general great feeling.
that's the magic of a good night.
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