People are doing shots, random people are makin out on the couch and there's lots of drunken loudness, nothin new there.
But it doesn't take long for the drunken loudness to turn into lots of screaming and crying.
And before he knows it, he's running down the street with a buddy at almost midnight in street clothes trying to find someone.
How did this happen?
People are in the streets crying, cars are driving around searching with the runners.
How did this happen?
Who knows how much time later, order has been marginally restored as cigars are passed around to relax, but does anyone truly know what happened?
Seriously.
Some things the night will only know.
5 comments:
Corey, your slice of life seems to have a theme going on! I'll just live vicariously through you--I'm too old to actually live it and still get up the next morning!
LOL I know exactly what you mean..or maybe I was just at this party?? Idk but good descriptions. :P
maaannn. I had a night like this. Well, not quite like this, but close enough.
It's so weird, to find yourself sobering up into those surreal situations. Impossible to explain to someone else, like dreams where everything means something really important, but you don't know what.
Life takes everyone in moments like this one. A state of confusion and then everything is okay, but was it understood?
Corey, I need to hang with you sometime- lol
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