last night

-- had wine and leftover liquer chocolates and milo ice cream, laughing at the '98 gp bulletin, british stand-up comedy. various conversations started in hushed voices so as not to disturb su-lin's sisters which ended up being rowdy anyway as we rounded midnight. it was being 20-something, the muscle memory of what college was like, respite from Other People tinged with the dull anxiety of being labeled elitist by them, the unspoken longing for things to be this way always.