Party

Those who read this blog (you) read about my party on my last day in Japan. It was the single best thing of my entire trip.

I've also been to two parties since I've been back. The first was a drinking party (soda-pop if anyone asks) where I learned that I had never been fully drunk (on soda-pop) before, that I hate hard drinks and that as of yet I've been able to keep an eye on how much (soda-pop*) I've had. It was a lot of fun, but I also learned how crazy things can get (though nothing bad really happened).

The second was two days ago. It was for a friend of mine to whom I never got to say a proper goodbye when I left for Japan. Now she's leaving for University. It was a nicely sized group of friends. We swam in the warmest outside water source I've ever known. We went inside for a few gifts, food, pictures and general socializing. And then we had a campfire with a few grass ones (put out by myself and a few others). Coincidental of being recently back from Japan, I was wearing a mask similar to a ninja's to keep the heat of the blazing fire off my face as I got in close to roast marshmallows (as opposed to my friends who burn them black, I like golden-brown). There were also a few guitarists for music and other fun going on. We slept in tents but not for long enough. My high-tech friend and I, who are used to already deviant sleep patterns slept even less than usual. I was the first one up, probably for being a light sleeper who hadn't bothered to bring a sleeping bag and who everyone assumed would follow up on his old habits and refuse any offered comforts. It was a little long waiting for people to wake up, but they did eventually. Breakfast was soon after served and the morning-after photo taken. I'm not sure why everyone wants to have the same photo taken with their camera in this age, all it does is make more repeated stuff on Facebook.

Another thing I noticed was how many people were hooked-up. Most of the girls there had boyfriends. The two that I took notice of were that of the lady whose party it was and that of my friend who is never there. The former seemed nice, helpful and a good guy. The latter seemed of the stereotype of name brand-wearing, muscle-loving "tough guys" who I can't stand, and it didn't help that his first impression on me was one of a ball smashing into the side of my head. I can't say I approve of him, but I doubt I'll have to; I'm out of their grade, I never see her, despite attempts mounting up to near stalking and through most of the about seven years I've known her, chances to genuinely connect with her have been few. Three that come to mind: When I actually scheduled myself into her day, I showed up early only to find out that something else had taken my place (granted, I joined, but that was me going along with something else). When I asked her to run with me for a short distance of my personal marathon and while this took effort on her part (which I acknowledge), she was accustomed to inside running. So rather than a friend, I got someone running at a pace wrong for what I was doing who was focused more on her music than me. The third time I found her in the middle of trying to make a home brew beauty product. I joined out of desperation because it was the only chance I would get (though this is me, I probably wouldn't mind helping a friend shop for tampons, but again, I was an add-on).

After the party I left with my high-tech friend and his sister (also part of our group of friends and now in my grade... now I'm in her grade). We dropped her off, checked our work schedules for this week and went back to his place with a few more friends to play video games. It was nice but I was too close to sleep, and he was already taking cat naps. I came back home, got through some of my usual tech support and gaming and am now writing this in earily morning (I consider from 00:00 to 12:00 the morning of the next day). Anyways, this is enough for one entry. I do have others, but they're not that good. I'll see wat I can do.

*NOT obviously referring to and entirely different beverage type.