Mr. Brightside came on shuffle when I was sitting on the bus today. Of course one of my absolute favorite memories came to mind, and all of a sudden it was even funnier than every other time I’d ever thought about it. Singing that song in a karaoke bar in Montreal after firewhiskey shots, tipsy and beaming, half of my friends on the stage, half of my friends on the floor, singing and dancing, passing the mic around. It seems so personal, like such an amazing thing that only the ten or so of us can ever share. Then it struck me for the very first time in my life that we had an audience. For some reason in that moment and everytime I’d thought about it since then, the crowd had disappeared. It was just the bunch of us. Insane and loving life. Yet there I was intoxicated, under age, and kissing friends, only now realizing that we were in front of a bunch of people watching.
Talk about letting go of inhibitions.
It makes me wonder if they could see the love, if it was even half as amusing for them to watch as it was for us to live, funny at least, or if we were just a bunch of too young and drunken Karaoke crashers.
Such a pleasant coincidence that Total Eclipse of the Heart brought us into that bar that night.
It’s been one of those weekends where it feels like I got out of school a couple of minutes ago, and now it’s Sunday afternoon. Alls I’ve done is write an essay. Sometimes I think about how great it would be if I could live like summer ‘11 constantly. The sheer lack of schedule completely won me over. Every once in a while I see those posts of revelation that humans are the only things living by clocks and calendars, and I’ve got to say, ignoring them is great. It’s three am, let’s go to the park! ~It’s eight in the morning, my boyfriend is just getting home~ We’re on a golf course, since when did it pass midnight? Other than catch a plane here, go on a roadtrip there, maybe keep a couple concert dates in mind, I didn’t have to be anywhere. Ever. I slept where I want, ran all over the world. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, school is a really fucking awkward. I organize around it so thoroughly, but half of the time it’s pointless. shit.
Hey guys :[[[ Hey Guysss :[[[ Remember that time we went to watch Scott Pilgrim bloopers and Alex turned around to put it on really excitedly but the DVD player was missing along with a bunch of other stuff and we thought we were robbed? :[[[[ All we could do was freak out a little but mostly laugh. I miss that so much.
Remember people taking drunk pictures of skunks on flash and peeing in alleyways and on modern art? :[[[ Remember other Alex getting sicky in downtown montreal during spin the bottle? :[[[[
yeah me too . i miss you guys.
Sam and Tina tho. They peddled our damn boat out into the middle of the lake and I lost my ability to speak for about twenty minutes, but then we all took turns jumping in, disregarding the rules. I regained me ability to speak and planted myself in the middle of them and we talked about everything just floating around for forty five minutes longer than we rented the thing for. Why somebody would prefer to be on land when you can be floating around a lake with good friends… dont’ get it. it was beautiful.
So today was a day. We piled in the car and spent two hours out on the lake and then the rest of the day at the beach and exploring weird crevices of New York. I liked the part where we watched the sun set near a mansion on the campus of Bard college and laughed as our newfound friend passed beers around out of his briefcase. Yelling at Scotty while the poor boy took a drunk pee. We met a boy from Africa and some freshman, almost ran a girl over, and watched a Sax player out the open door of our minivan. We passed Christmas tree farms and a literal fork in the road. I played the role of humongous third wheel, but it was over all worth it. I love. traveling the world aimlessly. and stumbling upon and enjoying. whatever it is you happen to find.
Going to the lakey with my besty friendsy tomorroow because I like them ^.^
THIS SUMMER’S NOT OVER TILL IT’S OVER.