I am very satisfied with my life right now, but there are times when I would love the opportunity to go back to these days, just for a weekend, that was the only part of the week that mattered back then! It was the first Friday of the fall semester of 2008 when this photo was taken, junior year and I shared a house with Kumquat Desert fig, Kiwi Oil palm and 1 other friend (the 4 became 3 not long after, which is sad yes but life happens). During that semester my biggest concern was what I was going to wear during the weekend nights over at 808, when I look back at those nights I see myself in a damp, dim basement, with "dolla dolla bill ya'll" scribbled on the wall, meandering to the Mushroom Kingdom and back, red solo cups slopping everywhere as we learned how to play Assault and Kirk Pong, the whole time with TI blaring over the speakers drowning out most drunken conversations that I can't remember anyway. I don't know how many group hugs, beer bongs or stolen kisses took place in that basement, or how many times we sang along to Sweet Caroline at the tops of lungs and fist pumped at the appropriate moments. I do know that I will probably never have anybody break into my house wearing a wolf mask, ride a motorized cooler, end up on a side walk with my bare feet in the air after losing my friend's shoes or beat a 29 second keg stand. Good times never seemed so good.
