<< Public transportation | Main | Take 2 >> April 01, 2005 >> Gradblow You weave through the masses of smiling-and-mostly-drunk grads and faces pop out at you, wearing significance. You laugh and reminisce and talk about the future, about the past, about how fucking crazy it is that this is happening to us. Maybe someday it'll all make sense, but right now it's more than you could really ever hope to deal with. You say goodbyes but it doesn't really seem like goodbye: it seems like the Turret and somehow you've been here for hours or maybe even years. Weaving. Reminiscing. You talk to sorority girls about the meaning of life and all around you the feeling of glorious celebration mingles with a desperation to hold on. There's a VIP card around your neck that doesn't mean shit and you don't know how it got there. There's a rum and coke in your hand, and a rum and coke in your hand. That's two rum and cokes - the crowds in front of the bar don't make single servings an appealing prospect. The crowds. The neverending stream. You take one last look around and realize that it's a good thing you're drunk, because otherwise you might overthink the whole situation.
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