palace of winds

It’s gorgeous outside. Seventy-seven degrees and not even noon. It’s all sunshiny but there’s a nice cool breeze that smells of new grass and fresh dirt with a smoky hint of someone grilling far away. I think in my last life I was an animal of some sort, the kind that likes to roll in warm grass, because that’s what I want to do right now.

This past weekend I went to Columbia with Steph and Amy. We stayed in Sher’s dorm (they get to have any pet under five pounds that’s not a cat or a dog, and I’m very jealous) and we all went out dancing, along with poor Marcos, her friend from upstairs who had to endure the silliness and, well, hormones.

I will not relate the incidents of Friday evening here, in the interests of…actually, I’m just feeling too lazy to type it out right now, and I need to go get homework done. Suffice it to say there were lap dances and a lot of ass-grabbing. It was a grand time.

(P.S. The title of this entry is completely random. I clicked in the little box to try to think of something and that little autocomplete menu dropped down, so I chose something from it.)