i went out to the local irish pub near my school with a bunch of my guy friends. rugby players. solid down home boys. in other words----hard boozers. we had a couple car bombs, chased them with a couple pitchers, and sang horrible, drunken karaoke.
it felt good to slip back into that type of atmosphere.
good to be out in a sweatshirt and not trying to be more attractive than all the girls around me.
good to be around people who cared about me...not the me i present to the world.
so yeah.
welcome home.
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