I was at this party Friday night, no Saturday, because Friday was dinner and sit in the kids section at Borders reading magazines night. All my friends were drinking, and they were drinking Ice House which must be the worst beer ever made, and I was so over it. I wanted to push people in the pool, spin the turntables, stage a takeover. Some girl came up to me, hugged me and I didn’t know her name. Someone was crying,the jacuzzi looked like a rotting thing of 1972 construction, terrible industrial trance was playing and more people I didnt know said “Hello.” I realized why I left before I did, remembered why these friends were limited to one social outing every 3 weeks and found I am not happy even visiting my former self.
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