thank you class of 2010

really? there was so much weed last night I couldn't breathe. and, for the record, you look stupid when you're drunk.

when I look at Friday night and how much fun I had, how hard I laughed, how great it felt to hear people say the things they did about pc, baja, and me, and how many people I hugged and was genuinely grateful to know, I smile inside and out.

when I look at last night I feel annoyed. last night was dumb. it was okay at first, the people weren't quite the ones I wanted to see, but they were still alright. eventually more and more people came, it was nice to be at the beach and it was nice to talk to people I haven't seen in a while. we caught up, laughed, and even danced a little. then people started smoking nearby, then people started stumbling around, hanging on me, laughing a little too loud. more people came, and the people I wanted to be around started leaving. we left and got frozen yogurt, dropped some people back at the beach to meet their rides. riding home I get a phone call. she took a drink from someone else's bottle, she didn't know what was in it, she can't walk, she's paranoid, and her words are running together. I get her a ride back from the beach, I make sure there are people looking out for her, but when I call to check in she's still not making any sense. I meet them at the restaurant to make sure she's okay. She's still dazed and laughing at nothing. I get her to eat something, make sure she's got a safe ride home, and we leave. 5 hours of my life gone. cool.