non sequiter filled college life eulogy, kind of

I have about three hours to pack my room, put on my dress, and get done.

Yesterday I had another bank meeting, slept off a hangover, had a 4 pm dinner in a bar where some sketch-balls were getting investigated by the police, got dressed up, went out and had drinks for like seven hours, forced myself to drink three glasses of water, slept off a hangover.

We were doing shots on the bus, in the bathroom, outside the bar. Some random girl pulled my skirt up on the dance floor, I initially assumed it was one of my friends, and then realized it was some random probably trying to pick a fight. I leaned over to the guy she was with and said like it was a fact and not a threat "Not a good idea, I'm really mean" and the carried on. We were insane dancing maniacs, free in that mid twenties way outside the last tentacles of adolescent self awareness but still young and cool enough to seem uninhibited instead of creepy.

My drunken friend waited for the boy who never came, I let her and didn't have the heart to say that she was one of three because being one of two was bad enough. Coined phrase: "it's what grown ups do. Financing and fidelity."

I was having breakfast this morning doing the Sunday crossword and some music referencing my life on the African coast came on and...bam, four days away from living the dream. When it comes up, people ask me if it's with anyone, and it will be but I just don't know them yet. Also, a lot of questions re 'have I packed,' that would be best answered with "why would you unpack?" because there have been suitcases on my floor all the while.

My parents are around. Seeing them right now is slightly unnerving, it's been awhile, the single complicated part. But then again, that's par.