Day eleven rolled in and it was bound to be a good one; I was going to see one of my favorite bands play. Though I thought my most prominent emotion would be excitement, I was full of exhaustion. Between my work schedule, workout class five days a week, doing the things I wanted to … More backwards walk.
Day ten was really something special. I ventured to a warehouse space in the arts district to listen to Shaka Senghor speak. This name may not mean anything to you, as it didn’t to me just a few days prior, but after reading his story I knew it was an experience I didn’t want to … More meeting a murderer.
Day nine. Another work day complete and I headed over to my friends’ house for a family dinner. The boys had gone out fishing during the day and were bringing home their fare for the ladies to prepare for our communal meal. It was stereotypical, but I loved it. We all sat around and talked … More catch of the day.
Day eight. The house party. The house party where your friends are the one percent. But not like the fancy one percent, like you legit know one percent of the people there. Even that is an exaggeration. I know three people at this party. I walked in to a room of beautiful strangers all sitting … More stormy with a chance of epiphany.
Oh, we’re half way there. Day seven was one I was a little timid to live. I had proven to myself that I could survive a bar of strangers, but today, on this TGIF, I was attending a bbq at my old apartment complex. Now, this isn’t just any old apartment complex. I can … More mocktails! woo-oo!
You know how sometimes you just need to do things to prove to yourself that you actually can? That’s kind of how day six was. I’d been cruising through the days, spending quality time with some of the key people in my life, but in very intimate settings. I’d not yet ventured to a bar … More you want to break(through)?
Day five rolled in and I knew it would be a breeze. I was spending the evening with my mom and since she’s not much one for keg stands or drinks in general, I knew we wouldn’t be raging. I think it’s pretty safe to say that no parent wants their child to become best … More bodies, man.
Day four rolled in and I was feeling good. I hadn’t seen my best friend in over a week and that was actually the only thing that was causing me to feel bad. As I am not one to dwell in problems and seek solution to all things sad, we made plans for the evening … More return to innocence.
Day three came around and for the first time I felt stressed; I was going out to dinner with my first ever boyfriend. This was, by no means, the stressful part. He and I are actually great friends and hang out on a semi regular basis. We realized a couple hangs ago that because we … More kiss my glass.
So why do this now? If you don’t know what this is, please take a step back and read here. I spent a portion of last week in San Francisco and the surrounding areas. I saw varying degrees of friends in varying environments while consuming varying levels of alcohol. And I enjoyed all of … More this is where I say I’ve had enough.
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