3.10
It's 11:32 pm on Friday night and I'm completely restless. It could be because Keeley and I just spent an hour laying on the floor improvising storylines for the faces we drew on our bellies and laughing so much it actually hurt. There are few things in this life I love more than laughing until it hurts.
I guess I'll flash back to yesterday, where we spent the day on the "real" Vegas strip, wandering through boujee stores and spending too much money on fancy drinks. It was one of the rare times almost all of the group went out together, and by the end of the night we all agreed it was also one of the most fun times we've had while here. Keeley fake proposed to me and we got a crowd of strangers to cheer for us. We all slow danced while a street performer played "Perfect," and that it was. Roy, Jon and I snuck away from the group and ran into a club so we could dance for precisely one song, just enough time that our absence would not be noticed. We took ridiculous photos in front of fancy casino fountains. When we got home around midnight, we played shoeless, half-drunken basketball in the gym and made a complete ruckus until 3am. Most of us kept our socks on which resulted in a shit show. I nearly peed myself laughing while watching everyone get knocked to the ground like dominoe, because once you started sliding it was unstoppable. We were unstoppable.
I will always have an incredibly special spot in my heart for Vegas. I know I tend to romanticize a lot of things, and absolutely nothing is perfect in this world. But it's not about being perfect, it's about being good. I realize I've been writing about our adventures going out much more than the actual work we've been doing (oops), and I've found our work very rewarding. it's just that these moments running wild through the city are so fluorescent and so alive. These moments set a little fire in my heart and remind me how incredible it is to be young, to be a part of this world, to be the beginning pages of an eternally open-ended story.
I guess I'll flash back to yesterday, where we spent the day on the "real" Vegas strip, wandering through boujee stores and spending too much money on fancy drinks. It was one of the rare times almost all of the group went out together, and by the end of the night we all agreed it was also one of the most fun times we've had while here. Keeley fake proposed to me and we got a crowd of strangers to cheer for us. We all slow danced while a street performer played "Perfect," and that it was. Roy, Jon and I snuck away from the group and ran into a club so we could dance for precisely one song, just enough time that our absence would not be noticed. We took ridiculous photos in front of fancy casino fountains. When we got home around midnight, we played shoeless, half-drunken basketball in the gym and made a complete ruckus until 3am. Most of us kept our socks on which resulted in a shit show. I nearly peed myself laughing while watching everyone get knocked to the ground like dominoe, because once you started sliding it was unstoppable. We were unstoppable.
I will always have an incredibly special spot in my heart for Vegas. I know I tend to romanticize a lot of things, and absolutely nothing is perfect in this world. But it's not about being perfect, it's about being good. I realize I've been writing about our adventures going out much more than the actual work we've been doing (oops), and I've found our work very rewarding. it's just that these moments running wild through the city are so fluorescent and so alive. These moments set a little fire in my heart and remind me how incredible it is to be young, to be a part of this world, to be the beginning pages of an eternally open-ended story.
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