turns out the one prof i really wanted to talk to yesterday is on research leave in Europe and won't be back until november.
~flashback~
the spotlights light up the perimeter like miniature suns surrounding all of us and casting baleful eyes on our alcohol fueled antics.
there is no fire. no one but the organizers know why and the drunken cries for a bonfire come intermittently as voodoo shadows dance and flit through the air.
banshee wails of glee echo in the night sky while empty beer cans soar with non existant wings to some unsuspecting target.
i sit with some friends on the ground against a fallen tree that has been dragged into the field. we watch as most of our now former classmates run around aimlessly, all trying to beat each other to throwing up.
the group of us is laughing and joking at their expense and we each take our respective drinks and cheer ourselves for having graduated.
tangerine sour puss. amanda has the raspberry. kelly stumbles over and looks at us and gushes that we look like a cute couple.
i haven't seen J since we got there. i look around again and fail to spot him in the crowd. i know w're in a farmer's field, but why are we all so dirty already...
i open the mini mikey of canadian club and gag. tony walks by and i toss it to him.
tonight is about having the last good time with the whole grad class.
is that even possible? i never paid attention to half of these people through high school, so why should i start now?
our group sits there and laughs and talks and remembers. this is good. tonight is good. tonight i dont have to worry about anything.
E walks over. i stand up and we clap each other on the back. as we stand there talking B runs up and yells "hey pat guess how many beers ive had already!" he holds an open can and pours it down his front missing his mouth. "that's twenty two!" he runs off.
someone found J. pat go help him he's laying on the ground.
fuck. i wasnt supposed to have to worry about anything tonight. he wasnt supposed to drink tonight. what happened? he snuck vodka on the bus here and chugged it all. fucks sake.
E let's go.
we find J laying on the ground squirming around and smiling and mumbling out cliché drunken ramblings. get up, we're taking you to the food tent. get up. E grab his leg.
we start dragging him to the tent as he smiles and mumbles and yells and then starts to cry saying how much he loves us and we're his best friends forever.
i wasn't supposed to have to worry about this. i want to hit him.
a parent volunteer walks by and asks us if he's ok. we're taking him to the food tent and he's being a dick about it.
oh ok.
sit on this chair. eat a hamburger. dude you weren't supposed to drink and your dad is a volunteer. youre fucked. we're going back out now. i wont hit you but i should because you fucked up my night.
i step out of the tent with E and we walk back to the main site. i stop and look at the hoardes of drunk grads. it doesnt seem fun anymore. it seems like a dark, dirty farmer's field with spotlights pointed at us like we were inmates. the lights are too bright. it's getting cold. i never liked half these people sober, so what difference will getting drunk make.
i go back and sit with my friends and think.
~
i had a dream last night that my neighbour's kid at home drove a dump truck through their house. it was pretty funny. i also looked in the fridge when i got up and wondered exactly how i spent over 100$ on groceries but it looks like i have no food.
i still need to buy paper.
~flashback~
the spotlights light up the perimeter like miniature suns surrounding all of us and casting baleful eyes on our alcohol fueled antics.
there is no fire. no one but the organizers know why and the drunken cries for a bonfire come intermittently as voodoo shadows dance and flit through the air.
banshee wails of glee echo in the night sky while empty beer cans soar with non existant wings to some unsuspecting target.
i sit with some friends on the ground against a fallen tree that has been dragged into the field. we watch as most of our now former classmates run around aimlessly, all trying to beat each other to throwing up.
the group of us is laughing and joking at their expense and we each take our respective drinks and cheer ourselves for having graduated.
tangerine sour puss. amanda has the raspberry. kelly stumbles over and looks at us and gushes that we look like a cute couple.
i haven't seen J since we got there. i look around again and fail to spot him in the crowd. i know w're in a farmer's field, but why are we all so dirty already...
i open the mini mikey of canadian club and gag. tony walks by and i toss it to him.
tonight is about having the last good time with the whole grad class.
is that even possible? i never paid attention to half of these people through high school, so why should i start now?
our group sits there and laughs and talks and remembers. this is good. tonight is good. tonight i dont have to worry about anything.
E walks over. i stand up and we clap each other on the back. as we stand there talking B runs up and yells "hey pat guess how many beers ive had already!" he holds an open can and pours it down his front missing his mouth. "that's twenty two!" he runs off.
someone found J. pat go help him he's laying on the ground.
fuck. i wasnt supposed to have to worry about anything tonight. he wasnt supposed to drink tonight. what happened? he snuck vodka on the bus here and chugged it all. fucks sake.
E let's go.
we find J laying on the ground squirming around and smiling and mumbling out cliché drunken ramblings. get up, we're taking you to the food tent. get up. E grab his leg.
we start dragging him to the tent as he smiles and mumbles and yells and then starts to cry saying how much he loves us and we're his best friends forever.
i wasn't supposed to have to worry about this. i want to hit him.
a parent volunteer walks by and asks us if he's ok. we're taking him to the food tent and he's being a dick about it.
oh ok.
sit on this chair. eat a hamburger. dude you weren't supposed to drink and your dad is a volunteer. youre fucked. we're going back out now. i wont hit you but i should because you fucked up my night.
i step out of the tent with E and we walk back to the main site. i stop and look at the hoardes of drunk grads. it doesnt seem fun anymore. it seems like a dark, dirty farmer's field with spotlights pointed at us like we were inmates. the lights are too bright. it's getting cold. i never liked half these people sober, so what difference will getting drunk make.
i go back and sit with my friends and think.
~
i had a dream last night that my neighbour's kid at home drove a dump truck through their house. it was pretty funny. i also looked in the fridge when i got up and wondered exactly how i spent over 100$ on groceries but it looks like i have no food.
i still need to buy paper.
high up above, aliens hover, making home movies for their friends back home
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