dance, dance

I cannot tell you enough about how much fun I had last night, well, actually over the past week since I have returned to educational splendour. I know, enough chat about the school switch, that part of my life is now complete. But the last week has also been spent in the first week back from christmas festivities with friends...

and party we did. listing all of the events would be pointless (a funk night, two movie nights, and one gay bar dance a thon) but, I have to write about the feelings you get out of nights like these. Not only are they normally filled with intoxicants, there is something deeper, some more of a comforting factor in feeling that you are with the right people at the right time.

The last year of my life has helped put into perspective how important friends are, and this has never been more true for me. Last night after stumbling in drunk I headed right towards my roomate's room for 'post bar chat'. I finished the night with my normal drunk dials to ms. tori and messages on msn ran freely from my finger tips.... when most would be annoyed, these people all called back, responded, and let me vent about my massive hangover.

after all, what friends could you drag to a gay bar for a night of dancing and craziness? there isn't one of my friends who wouldn't come along...

I hate to be the optimist but, bad luck will shift, the stars will realign... and after all of this winter 'blah', the summer awaits us with goodtimes.

and if I am right, we have a soph pub on the horizon... deep thoughts for a sunday, the hangover or intellectual side of rob? one will never know.