There is always something there to remind me

Miracle of miracles, a good night at the Church. I danced for three and a half hours, and was completely oblivious to last call. And, as an extra going-away present, my favorite piece of Church eye-candy was there. (Smooching a boy! I didn't know he smooched boys! I'll be in my bunk, err...adjusting my paradigm.) Le siiigh...

It's almost enough to make me sad about leaving, except for the part where I have zero social life here that isn't on teh interwebs. I should not have to fly across the country to hang out with friends.

And eye-candy boy is definitely going into a book one of these days. Fiction: better than stalking, and in the comfort of your own home.

(Also, 27? Too damn young to have a bad hip!)

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I spoke too soon. The water cut out again. WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER! If I'd had shampoo in my hair, I would be marching on the office right now, bent on murder. As it is, I'm wet, cold, but still reeking of a club. Many bitches will be cut this day.