I think I miss college. And in general, I try to make a habit of not missing things, especially when it's something so damn trite, but let's be honest - it was pretty killer.
'Cause there was the time after the baseball party we decided to race across the quad barefoot and Empio jumped - or fell, maybe - into the fountain with all his clothes on and lost the keys to his car forever and Logan laughed so hard he choked while Josh and I chugged half a bottle of Thunderbird right next to him and Heidi fell asleep on the grass.
There were philosophy classes in the coffee shop where I nearly clocked that girl for calling me ignorant when I fancied myself idealistic, and who was that bitter half-emo broad, anyway?
And there was the time after some meeting or another that we all got so high we could hardly move and little Rick was counting down while he ate the whole box of donuts - There's only thirteen donuts left, you guys - even the ones he said he didn't like, and this was after he'd eaten an entire bag of Cheetos and half a pizza, and my god the kid's only 5'4" and 105.
There was the time that kid, Jantzen, filled up the baby pool in the common room of the third floor and the water leaked into the rooms below him while he played the drums too loud and we danced to it anyway.
There were 2 a.m. runs on late spring nights to WinCo for coffee and jelly beans 'cause class was cancelled the next morning but there was a M*A*S*H marathon on we couldn't miss.
And there were the articles we wrote to the student paper begging to impeach the president - of the school or the country, depending on the cause - and the time that one crazy Jewish professor had a Purim celebration the night before midterms so half the school was throwing up in their blue books the next day.
There was the debate tournament - my very last one - where the whole team shared a big room with a tower of beer and vodka in the middle of the circle we'd arranged our sleeping bags in and we won a national championship hungover and Chester put his hand on Matt's bare balls with a straight face 'cause he wouldn't say chicken and the whole team laughed 'til we cried, and then the whole team cried 'til we laughed when we had to leave.
And there was the time Akshay hugged me after we'd won a game of cricket and he smelled so good and was such a gentleman I nearly left Jad, who never smelled good at all, didn't know how to play cricket, and wasn't really a gentleman either.
There were senior-year ACLU internships and law school applications when it was just real enough to seem important but not immediate enough to worry us all that much. It was silly and sweet, and we were just intellectual enough not to admit it. They were our wild youthful days, and my god who couldn't miss that?
* What do you miss, if anything, and why?
'Cause there was the time after the baseball party we decided to race across the quad barefoot and Empio jumped - or fell, maybe - into the fountain with all his clothes on and lost the keys to his car forever and Logan laughed so hard he choked while Josh and I chugged half a bottle of Thunderbird right next to him and Heidi fell asleep on the grass.
There were philosophy classes in the coffee shop where I nearly clocked that girl for calling me ignorant when I fancied myself idealistic, and who was that bitter half-emo broad, anyway?
And there was the time after some meeting or another that we all got so high we could hardly move and little Rick was counting down while he ate the whole box of donuts - There's only thirteen donuts left, you guys - even the ones he said he didn't like, and this was after he'd eaten an entire bag of Cheetos and half a pizza, and my god the kid's only 5'4" and 105.
There was the time that kid, Jantzen, filled up the baby pool in the common room of the third floor and the water leaked into the rooms below him while he played the drums too loud and we danced to it anyway.
There were 2 a.m. runs on late spring nights to WinCo for coffee and jelly beans 'cause class was cancelled the next morning but there was a M*A*S*H marathon on we couldn't miss.
And there were the articles we wrote to the student paper begging to impeach the president - of the school or the country, depending on the cause - and the time that one crazy Jewish professor had a Purim celebration the night before midterms so half the school was throwing up in their blue books the next day.
There was the debate tournament - my very last one - where the whole team shared a big room with a tower of beer and vodka in the middle of the circle we'd arranged our sleeping bags in and we won a national championship hungover and Chester put his hand on Matt's bare balls with a straight face 'cause he wouldn't say chicken and the whole team laughed 'til we cried, and then the whole team cried 'til we laughed when we had to leave.
And there was the time Akshay hugged me after we'd won a game of cricket and he smelled so good and was such a gentleman I nearly left Jad, who never smelled good at all, didn't know how to play cricket, and wasn't really a gentleman either.
There were senior-year ACLU internships and law school applications when it was just real enough to seem important but not immediate enough to worry us all that much. It was silly and sweet, and we were just intellectual enough not to admit it. They were our wild youthful days, and my god who couldn't miss that?
* What do you miss, if anything, and why?
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silverrevolver:
I met a woman once who set me on fire. Writing is more calm and reflective, I rarely write about a muse untill she's gone...
silverrevolver:
God and I haven't been reading enough either. Maybe Spain will live me up this autumn