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SPACE TIME WARP
Last Saturday, went to Cecille’s birthday party. She just turned 23. The party was held at the lanai of her house, which had red brick walls and pillars. In the middle of the lanai was a pool table. All of this reminded me of the house we left five years ago.
As I watched Cecille and her friends laugh and talk about movies, comic books, their first jobs, and college days, I could not help but I flashback to seven year ago and remember the nights we spent on that lanai in La Vista and just talked until the sun rose. Back then we were so energized. Optimistic. Invulnerable. Unstoppable. No dream was too stupid. We had plans to conquer the world.
As the bottles of beer and vodka piled on the table, I stood up, felt the buzz hit me one more time, and said I really had to go. Cecille said I had to stay and wait til the sun rise. I smiled, shook my head, and just felt really tired and old, old compared to the lot of them.
Before I left, I felt like a time traveler given the chance to warn my younger self about all the stupid shit that will happen to me. But it wasn’t like that at all. And even if I warned them, I might have just sounded like their mom or dad talking about things in “the old days” and they’d just wave me away and think they’ve got the better plan, the better idea, that they know exactly what to do and no one can stop them. They are invulnerable. They can conquer the world.
PORN OR PLANT
Held on the same night was Drake’s “Porn or Plant” party. Technically, it was a housewarming party, but since nothing is ever normal in our group, they decided to make it a “Porn or Plant” party. Ever one was supposed to bring a plant for Drake’s condo unit or some pornographic material. I was planning to bring a copy of Swamp Thing which would have shown plants doing pornographic acts.
That will just have to wait til next time.
SPACE TIME WARP
Last Saturday, went to Cecille’s birthday party. She just turned 23. The party was held at the lanai of her house, which had red brick walls and pillars. In the middle of the lanai was a pool table. All of this reminded me of the house we left five years ago.
As I watched Cecille and her friends laugh and talk about movies, comic books, their first jobs, and college days, I could not help but I flashback to seven year ago and remember the nights we spent on that lanai in La Vista and just talked until the sun rose. Back then we were so energized. Optimistic. Invulnerable. Unstoppable. No dream was too stupid. We had plans to conquer the world.
As the bottles of beer and vodka piled on the table, I stood up, felt the buzz hit me one more time, and said I really had to go. Cecille said I had to stay and wait til the sun rise. I smiled, shook my head, and just felt really tired and old, old compared to the lot of them.
Before I left, I felt like a time traveler given the chance to warn my younger self about all the stupid shit that will happen to me. But it wasn’t like that at all. And even if I warned them, I might have just sounded like their mom or dad talking about things in “the old days” and they’d just wave me away and think they’ve got the better plan, the better idea, that they know exactly what to do and no one can stop them. They are invulnerable. They can conquer the world.
PORN OR PLANT
Held on the same night was Drake’s “Porn or Plant” party. Technically, it was a housewarming party, but since nothing is ever normal in our group, they decided to make it a “Porn or Plant” party. Ever one was supposed to bring a plant for Drake’s condo unit or some pornographic material. I was planning to bring a copy of Swamp Thing which would have shown plants doing pornographic acts.
That will just have to wait til next time.