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January 05, 2005
Leaving on a Jet Plane (aka my Nissan Altima)
I am leaving for Pittsburgh soon (boo).
Today was an extraordinarily busy night for me. I met up with three different groups of friends. Thought I was going to meet up with one in the afternoon but turned out she had to work. Then two of my other friends called, found out I was going to meet up with first girl and DEMANDED that I meet with them too("You cannot pick her over us!!!") So, with some "impressive" maneuvering ("I really have to pee and since we are in a parking lot, gotta go!"), I managed to meet my last set of friends by 11:45 pm without missing a beat. :)
First set (count: 2): Good friend from college + wife. Very good dinner and apple pie. :) Only scary part was that I realize that I get EXTREMELY panicky when I have to drive in the dark with A LOT of cars around me EVERYWHERE. I don't remember being this weird about driving in the dark before, but apparently CARS scare the shit out of me.
Second set (count: 1 + 1): girl I had not seen in two years. Then my other friend (I see all the time...) ended up joining us and "catching up" became "general socializing." Which was all good and fun, but I had not seen said girl in TWO YEARS!!! Poop. But yeah, we got kicked out of Starbucks around 11:00 and talked in a parked car for a while until I had to pee like a mofo, which meant...
Third set (count 2): Met them at a local bar. One girl is extraordinarily beautiful (apparently) where all guys oogle over her and you (read: me) feel ugly and gross. But, it was good b/c said girl is going to France for like, forever, and other girl is best friend from high school. So we chatted and talked for a while, and now I will not see them for a while.
It's always strange to realize later that the friends you had from before? They are still cool and fun, and you still love them. And that you miss hanging out with them all the time.
Poopers for going back to Pittsburgh. I'm gonna miss Atlanta again (especially the no work part).
*OMG, make me stop saying poopers. What am I? Three years old? (embarrassed for self)*
Posted by szujin at January 5, 2005 02:02 AM
Comments
OMG YOU'RE FRIGGIN IN ATLANTA???!!! YOU SUCK!
Posted by: arthur at January 9, 2005 10:19 PM
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