Well, last night was certainly interesting. One of the most fun nights I've had in quite a while, that's for sure. I went to the drag ball with a bunch of friends, and it was so much fun. Derek won $50 prancing down the runway as "Knockers Galore," and I kept grabbing his fake boobies. I think I looked hot as a guy... Dick Johnson, hehe... I was a very short, pudgy, questionably-figured guy, but I still think I was hot. And Ben... *laughs* Ben was just hilarious. Emily painstakingly applied a bunch of makeup to him and tried to make him look pretty, but he just washed it all off and went for the black lipstick instead. Ah yes, so much fun. And you know you have issues when you wonder if you should buy more girly clothes and makeup for the sole purpose of dressing up your guy friends. Well, next year we'll have many drag events at the writers' house, that's for sure. And I got a ton of pictures last night, so I'll upload those later. *evil laugh*
My feet are sore, but I am happy.
I'm dragging this happy feeling out as long as I possibly can. I spent a good portion of the evening in the coffeehouse, playing games with Anita, just like old times (and by "old times," I mean 3 semesters ago, when she still went here). So it was fun seeing her again. I wish I had the chance to talk to Jen and Anne, for they are awesome and I miss them. Charlie is still sort of creepy (he kept putting his hands on my shoulders, but at least he didn't poke me in the back of the neck or grab my knees like he used to). And I never really got to know Brian, so I was basically indifferent to his presence. But overall, it was nice to see people again.
And it got me thinking. In a couple weeks, some of my friends will be graduating, and I may never see some of them again. Some will come back to visit, some probably won't. Of course, this is nothing new, people graduate and leave all the time. It's life. You can't always be with the people you care about, they grow up and move on. Next year, I'll probably be doing the same thing. But instead of moaning about how everyone will eventually leave me behind, I should just appreciate all the fun times. I'm glad I got to know all my friends, even if I don't get to know some as much as I'd like to. My friends are amazing, wonderful people, and they mean more to me than I could ever express. In the last few months, I've been thinking about the general concept of leaving... certain events trigger certain feelings, and recently the idea of leaving is becoming more real. Especially with the upcoming end of the term, Nick leaving, seeing alumni friends again, etc. I want to write something, but it hasn't come to me yet. But it will. The idea will come to me when I least expect it.
Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind. Or forgotten. My friends are my family. A crazy, incestuous family, but still family. And I'll never forget anyone, even if we leave each other behind.