Never before have I truly appreciated this kind of night. The kind of night that makes you forget all your troubles and relax and lose yourself in the company of friends.
Sure, it’s 2am and I’ve been awake since 7am yesterday. And my laptop is unusable because the battery is dead and the AC adapter stopped working. (Had to order a new one that’ll be mailed here eventually.) And I’ve got the cuts on my face and a sort of bent and re-bent glasses frame (repaired) from a bad collision in flag football. And I have a test shift tomorrow at a job I’ll hopefully land. And my relationship with Sara has been a little up and down lately, and we haven’t spoken in a couple days—though we really should.
But on nights like this you forget all those things. There’s something about the simple enjoyment of being with friends in interesting places that makes you leave the rest of the world behind.
Over the past few weeks I’ve gotten the feeling that I’ve changed a little out of that shy and introverted person I was, or that I’ve just found the right people to hang around with. I’ve been finding more connections with people through their stories of love and loss, or friendship, or where we think we’re going in our lives. I haven’t had many friends whom I’ve really connected with and understood on a level of more than…hell, I can’t think of a word for it.
If you ask me at the right time, I just might tell you a story.
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As shitty as my Tuesdays are (early mornings at the ‘Eater and no time for things but class and work ’til the evening), the past few Tuesday nights have more than made up for it.
Chances are I’ll eventually become a regular at the Blue Fugue. Alec is chasing one hell of an opportunity as the Blue Fugue’s owner is looking for someone knowledgeable on hookahs, to actually work the place on Tuesday and Thursday hookah nights. Currently it’s just an unofficial side venture that the Blue Fugue supports. Soon, it could be so much more, as there are no hookah bars in Columbia.
