It was nine at night and I had settled in for the evening. While jammin' out in my gym shorts and t-shirt making a cake, I get one of those phone calls... the kind where you think... hmmm.... do I really want to put pants back on for this? Sometimes my introvert tendencies take over and I passed up wonderful opportunities to bond with my friends. During the split second I was considering this proposition, I realized, these opportunities are limited. There are only 6 weeks left in the semester. 6 weeks left of college. I'm going to graduate and possibly never see any of these people again. So I obviously said yes, and I've never been so grateful to stay up until 4 am than I was last night.
Last night was one of those perfect storms of awesome where a professor tells you that he needs you at a meeting, which turns out to be dinner and drinking, and then the whole group ends up talking until the early hours of the morning about life. It was one of those moments where I realized, Hey! This is going to be a story I tell to my kids and grandkids. I can't skip out early. Even though my body loathes me for staying up almost 24 hours, and I'm sure my first professor of the day is really going to appreciate the excuse of DDing for a drunk prof at 4 am, I'm glad I did it. These opportunities are limited in number.
So with coffee in hand, I raise a toast to the rest of senior year and say, "Let the good times roll!"
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