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Apartment Parties vs. Good Times
June 6, 2008 |
Five floors below me the guys who rent out the basement apartment are having their first summer party of the year. They go to Berklee. They have all their friends over right now, and I’m betting some of their friends’ friends as well. They are singing at the top of their lungs to “Every Rose Has It’s Thorn” and other great getting wasted before Eleven PM classics. When they step outside for a butt it’s a cacophony of shrill girls voices and dudes saying “dude…. dude….” It’s a good time.
And I love hearing it waft up between the apartment buildings. There’s a certain way you belt it out the first few times you hear those songs at parties and everyone knows the words. A certain newness to a party even. I can see how it can get “loud” and “annoying” and of course I hope no one does anything stupid, but I can’t begrudge how much fun that is, how hopeful they sound.
Which brings me around to the fact that having that sort of objective thought, hearing the party and thinking of “them” instead of going down to join the good time “they” are having, makes me feel like that time has passed. I don’t mean to imply I feel old, I just don’t feel like a college sophomore anymore. I have ten times more fun at the parties I’ve seen these days than any before at least the age of twenty-five. Maybe it has something to do with our objectives these days.
The ingredients are the same, and I can’t say drunken belting of “Every Rose Has It’s Thorn” or other such classics has stopped, waned a bit, but not stopped. But I go to parties to see friends, not to “party.” To have a drink, not to get wasted. I can’t say I haven’t had a hangover in the last six months. But it was one and not a series of one after another. And the drinks are better. A nice bottle of wine brought by a friend with a good nose for a good red beats a warmed keg any night. And the conversation, from what I can judge from what I hear outside, is much more coherent and often more interesting. Besides, with the types of good times I’ve had, I’d be sad if I couldn’t remember it in the morning.
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Maturity is the word..Its often that you feel that you feel that you were so gay when you think about your past. You did things which you wouldnt even consider thinking now. But then thats what you wanted to do sometime back
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