eight things

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Eight things I want to do before the summer ends:

    1. Learn how to play chess
    2. Make homemade sweet tea
    3. Go kayaking
    4. Finish the short story I’ve been working on since March
    5. Visit a water park
    6. Learn how to ride a bike
    7. See a movie at the drive-in
    8. Spend one whole afternoon (let’s say noon-6) on a porch with my friends and lots of canned beer and a bottle of Firefly. I’m okay if it’s a backyard instead of a porch. I’m also okay if we spend a lot of time trying to figure out what to eat for dinner. You know how it is when you’re drinking all day and someone realizes “Man, we should eat something,” and someone else says “What do we feel like eating?” but then the conversation kind of spins and turns, because everyone’s been drinking all day, and then someone brings up “That time with the cow and you fell down,” and someone else pipes in with “Oh! And that guy was there,” and then someone starts laughing so hard he or she falls out of his or her chair and then everyone’s laughing and someone gets up to get a beer and asks who wants another and six people shout “I do!” and someone else goes inside to use the bathroom and the laughing won’t stop, and by the time everyone has settled down, forty minutes have passed and things are a little quieter and a Fleetwood Mac song is twinkling out of someone’s portable ipod speakers and then someone else asks, “Wait, did we decide what we’re going to eat?”
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last night, best night

There are a few things that could have kept me in Los Angeles, and my coworkers are definitely one of them. On my second to last night in La La Land, we met for what was supposed to be a quick post-work drink at the Surly Goat in West Hollywood. Five hours later, we left behind the karaoke and drunk screaming girls in flip flops. I laughed all night! I knew I was going to be hungover and I didn’t care! I sang along to “Shout” and “Jumping Jack Flash”! But I also cursed the gods– one of my reasons for coming back to New York was missing my friends and feeling socially isolated in LA. But then I go and have the best frigging time with Ray and Olya and Kristen and and John and Juston and Diego and Mark and Brian and Ian and Diego’s brothers and that girl who kept bumping into me on the bathroom line, and I’m just like “Drats! Of course this happens as I’m leaving.”

Oh well. Just means I’ll have to go back sooner than I expected.

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