in between the last post and this
t-shirt making, the mysterious ticking noise, sleep marathons and frisbee, baked fruit with marshmallow et al, beer for breakfast, five orange shirts, hiking (!!) off beaten trails, beer at the peak, beer at the pub, dancing to the covers band playing mgmt, more beer, realising the lead singer eyesexing your filthy sweaty post-hike self is actually the guy your friend was chasing that time you staggered into toby’s en route to fortune funtimes and in the spirit of wingmanship gave the bald bass player your number because you were drunk and leaving the country only you um didn’t, oh god ‘come back next sunday’ how did he recognise you, more beer, peeing in bushes, swingsets and sandpits at 2am and crashing at birds nest like the fourth housemate you may as well become
twenty-four hours well spent. this is why I don’t want to go home.
