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Indeed, that was just the kind of night last night was. Erie, strange, an air of mist that surrounds you with party funk. It was one of those parties that while it is not the craziest I have been to, nor will it ever (there is always next friday), it had a sense of nostalgia to it. The select group of friends showed up in just the right amounts. Perfectly balanced in relationship to each other. Your friend’s best friend never heard of you, thus making another aquaintence along the way.

I was proud of someone whom I know he knows I am talking about, but obviousness has never kept me from proclaiming the sky is blue. You were there so I don’t have to tell you that was cool. I wasn’t, I had to be told second hand instead of seeing it with my own eyes.

I had to leave a little early last night, that would also explain the time of this post, and I have been at work for over an hour and a half now. Don’t cry for me, just throw more good times and alcohol my way. Friendships that are only maintained after achieving a particular blood alcohol level. Friends names, while unable to remember them on a day to day basis, quickly come back only after a few beers with good friends has occured.