Last night is what shindiggery is about, it, at least for me verged on magical. I of course though as many of you surely know don’t get to “hang out” nearly as much as most people my age or anywhere near as much as I should.

I shant go too much into details, but excellent night of games and such, lead to walking some ladies home at 4 am (ah walking that neighborhood late at night, now that brings back memories, I’ll get to that in a bit)

Something about last night makes me want to be a better person.  I mean I know it sounds cheesy, but it makes me want to eat better, be less austere.  I can’t explain it. I want to be more social, really, I just don’t know how.  I want my license, damn it.

Last night just came to me as one of the great parties in memory, not since one of Pauls post year of high school parties where the night seemed to last forever and you never wanted it to end have I had such a grand time.

This just makes me sad for what will no longer be, as everyone but Meka and Borne will be out of town for the summer after having been away all fall and winter as well.  Meka has been working his ass off though with last I checked three separate jobs, so I rarely see him, and when I do he is usually exhausted, as he was at the shindig last night.  And then there’s Borne.  We pretty plainly don’t get along.  I’d still call us friends, despite the fact that we disagree on nearly everything.  I guess in some ways it’s good to have that kind of balance in your life. Anyway though, we need a third wheel to hang out,  just us alone makes for cat fights so that’s no good, so here comes sweet sweet loneliness in a week when everyone commences back to where they belong.

Most of all I’ll miss what never was, I don’t want to go into too much detail as someone might actually read this, but let’s just say this one has been a persistent needle in my side since high school let out, actually I can recall the moment, and it was at a shindig that summer.  If you really want to know, you can probably pester it out of me, or if you know me well which few do, you might be able to figure it out.

Back to the salt mines with me soon enough.

Love and Respect,
Jesse Gordon Donat