Saturday, January 28, 2006

Drunken Post

I wasn't gonna go out tonight. I was all settled into my sweatpants, hanging out with Harold. I politely declined several invitations, not really knowing why. Then I received a phone call informing me that they were picking me up in half an hour and I better be ready. Most of the night was spent evading Noelle's attempts to steal my cigarettes and using my elbows as defense mechanisms to ward off unwelcome dance partners, but I had fun (as much fun as can be had in Tigerland...the land of drunken freshmen and frat boys). I'm glad I went out, and I'm glad I have friends persistent enough to coax me out of my self-enforced isolation. I've been alone far too much lately.

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