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!!Oo43raDvH61 06/09/09(Tue)16:00 No.1892299My Sundays aren't usually bad, more like I'm sad to leave all of my friends.
This
year at AB, I went out with a friend to dinner Saturday night, went
back to his room, had him pass the hell out do to sheer exhaustion and
excused myself back to my room before I did the same. Packed up my shit
and went to sleep.
Next morning was everyone freaking out that
their stuff wasn't packed, a roommate had found a crack in his
Blackberry, one of the kids in the room had woken up and puked
everywhere, it had been cleaned up and the towels thrown under the sink
onto my friend's purse (so her purse was covered in puke), and we
couldn't fit everyone in the van so I helped pack shit up and drive
back with three people at around 3 o'clock to pick everyone up at the
train station an hour or so later.
Didn't get to say goodbye to
friends, one because his phone was broken, and one because I had no
time. I still feel bad cause we have this ritual of "I'll see you at
the next con, HUG IN CASE I DIE IN A FREAK ACCIDENT" at the end of
every con. Last hug of the con is the most meaningful after all. |