Why being a drummer is...advantageous

Sorry I didn't follow through with my promise of a real post on Friday. I got...distracted.

It'll be fine though. It's been awhile since I wrote anything real.On here at least. Oh well.

Two weekends ago.
I went to the beach. $3.5 million house on the beach in Cape Hatteras. From the front of the house you could see the ferry docks and from the balks you could see the beach (It took me awhile to actually understand what a cape was, but I feel like it's fine now). The house was 4 stories. It had a pool, two hot tubs, a movie theater, 17,000 luxurious bedrooms, and a frickin' elevator. It might have been the most gorgeous house I've been in. There were 23 people there, and everybody got along perfectly. There was no superfluous drama, just people hanging out and enjoying each others company.

In short, it should've been absolutely amazing. And to an extent, it was. But the whole picture was missing something. Even though I had a good time, it could've been so much better. Soooo much better.

Flash balks to the real world. Other than the lineup, the week was pretty monotonous. I ended up going out Thursday and bringing home a traffic cone. Worth it.

Friday, I got a text around 4:30.

"Abduction in 5 minutes. Black car out front."

Alright, I don't have anything better to do.

6 minutes later, I'm in the trunk of Kyle's car as he's whipping around Oakhurst circle. I end up hanging out with them for the rest of the night. Somebody discovered a Natty gold mine; $7/case at Harris Teeter. The fridge is full. We geek out and re-create Star Wars battles (Death Star, Endor, and the one with the ATATs and the ATSTs in the snow). To avoid making poor decisions, I put my phone on the table and check on it periodically. At around quarter till midnight I check my phone and see I have 4 or 5 missed calls. From Molly. I call her balks.

"Hey, so I'm like 15 miles away right now..."

Words no longer do this story justice. I guess you just had to be there.

I've never been so content with waking up at 6:30 in the morning. Ever. I've also never been so satisfied with/by a lot of other things (ohh maaan).

It was good to know I was even more right about things than I (could've possibly hoped for) thought.

Don't be mad. Or quasi-mad.

"On a scale of 1 to Kate Perry, how badly do you want to kiss me right now?"
Respect