CAUTION! Drunken post ahead!!! (2 kahlua and cokes, 1 car bomb, 1 jaegermeister, 1 purple hooter, 1 jack and coke and uh....yeah..there was more, but you get the picture.)

You know, as of late, I've been complaining a lot about my life and all my stresses. And something I tell everyone (sidenote, i type as fast drunk as I do sober, but not with as much accuracy - the backspace is my friend) when they have a bad day, or bad month, is for every bad, there is a good to look forward to. And tonight was my good. No, it's not that I consumed a good amount of alcohol (water is my friend). It's that I got to see old friends. And when I'm with these people, there is no bad in my life. Only the happiness that I felt during the best four years of my life. Only the knowledge that for the rest of my life, I know that I will love these people, and that they will love me. I love my friends from Urbana! I only wish that we could have all been there together...

So my Mike is getting married in a couple months, and he's been living in California for the longest time. But him and his lovely wife-to-be Ann came into town today, and we all met up at Betty's Blue Star Lounge for some conversation, dancing, and in true Urbana style, some drinks. Lotsa drinks. It was great to see him again, and it was great to have my boys all together in the same place.

Warning!!! Thoughtless rambling coming ahead! (as if it wasn't thoughtless rambling BEFORE this warning).

Let's rewind a little. Junior year, college. I'm in a relationship. I'm in school. I had a routine. Boyfriend, school. But then I meet these four freshman guys. And they change my life. They help me realize that there's more to life than a boyfriend and school. There are way too memories that were created at 711 W. Elm Street to go over here, but I'll love these four guys forever. Emer, Deo, John Jay and Mike. The best little pseudo-lil brothers that anyone could ask for. Those were some crazy times, staying up til dawn running around the apartment with Nikki and Jaygee. It was the apartment where FAT-ERMA lived, which was the name that our phone number spelled. Pochaco wrestling, late night Gumby's, drunken Lambda parties, potluck dinners with charades after...all memories with my roommates and my boys that lived at FAR. (The Florida Avenue Residence)

So yeah, I'm a drunken nostalgic fool right now. And it was nice to see my boys together, because it's been a LONG time since I've seen them all together in one place. And how lovely it was to see Alki-Man come out and play (thanks Emer). And surprisingly enough, Alki-Gal came out, too (thanks to Mike for celebrating my birthday 10 days early). It was great to have everyone together again, it was great to talk about old times, and I'm the luckiest girl in the world to have a fiance as great and as patient as as big of a beefcake hunk-a wonderful burnin' love as Dave. He's the bestest, and I can't wait to be married to him. And my boys love him, too.

And thanks, guys, for wanting to take a picture with your Elm street gal. It means a lot that it meant so much for you to get a picture of all four of you and me. Dar, I can't wait til I get those pics sent to me. You're the best for taking the pictures for us!

Jamie, good luck on that waitlist. DePaul would be at a loss without you.

Gel, sorry for getting all sappy and 'remember when' with you. Blame Emer.

OK, so now my rambling must end. I'll drink up the rest of my water and retire for the night, because I have to wake up early and drive to DeKalb.

Oh, and I watched the Matrix tonight, too. Kick ass! More on that when I'm in a better state of mind....

Posted by Yano at May 17, 2003 03:42 AM

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