Things to do after a party:
1) Sleep
2) Go to another party
3) Eat supper at god knows where
4) Get on the internet and hope someone reads your post-party ramblings
I figure I have covered all four bases, even if not in that particular order. Therefore, I have, er, er, done all those four things.
Today was one of the few debates parties that I've actually enjoyed; several debates parties involve slogging through a night of bridge and dance dance revolution (which, to be perfectly honest, I perversely enjoy) and waiting for supper, which is usually rather pleasant. Tonight, however, was pretty fun. Not since swing dancing (or rather, plodding like elephants) in my attic did I have so much fun at a debates party. Perhaps it's just my mind, trying to give me more reasons not to leave sunny (and by sunny I mean sonofabitch hot) Singapore.
So, well, here's to all the so called good times with all my genuinely good friends and all the other miscellaneous interesting people who have flitted in and out of my life; I am soon to be embarking on an oh so new chapter of my slightly less than epic, more than piss in the park life - a new world of opportunities (and also, perhaps if I'm lucky, cows) in the united states! Land of the brave and the free, and also a hell of a lot of porno! Not that I look at that stuff, of course.
Which brings to mind the real question - how long will Joel ramble on and on about leaving before he gets on the friggin' plane, already?
I'm sorry, I just want everyone to love me.
1) Sleep
2) Go to another party
3) Eat supper at god knows where
4) Get on the internet and hope someone reads your post-party ramblings
I figure I have covered all four bases, even if not in that particular order. Therefore, I have, er, er, done all those four things.
Today was one of the few debates parties that I've actually enjoyed; several debates parties involve slogging through a night of bridge and dance dance revolution (which, to be perfectly honest, I perversely enjoy) and waiting for supper, which is usually rather pleasant. Tonight, however, was pretty fun. Not since swing dancing (or rather, plodding like elephants) in my attic did I have so much fun at a debates party. Perhaps it's just my mind, trying to give me more reasons not to leave sunny (and by sunny I mean sonofabitch hot) Singapore.
So, well, here's to all the so called good times with all my genuinely good friends and all the other miscellaneous interesting people who have flitted in and out of my life; I am soon to be embarking on an oh so new chapter of my slightly less than epic, more than piss in the park life - a new world of opportunities (and also, perhaps if I'm lucky, cows) in the united states! Land of the brave and the free, and also a hell of a lot of porno! Not that I look at that stuff, of course.
Which brings to mind the real question - how long will Joel ramble on and on about leaving before he gets on the friggin' plane, already?
I'm sorry, I just want everyone to love me.
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