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The funeral Saturday was Catholic and bizzare. I had to keep reminding myself it wasn't for Jacy or her friends, but her family who identified with the ritual. The gang reunited later for drinks and stories and eventually migrated (with the addition of a few fifths) to my place. It was a raucus evening of chills and spills as we numbed our grief and celebrated life and the ability of the brain to give forth memories of time long past. It was a good evening but I felt really wierd the next day. It was strange drinking with all these people and not having to call and lie to our folks regarding our wherabouts, or having to shouldertap for alcohol. Being a grownup and hanging out with your high school buddies is so strange. Oh well. It reminded me why I stopped parting actually and I resumed my hermitude after meticulously mopping the floor.