Oh What a Night

Last night I visited a shopping mall, much to my dismay I do that a bit to often. But I had fun, I swear.

Jeff was there, Noel was there, and Nate and Nate's girlfriend were there. Now these are people that I haven't seen in ages, and I hadn't seen Nate's girlfriend ever. It was nice in that regard, Jeff, Nate and I acted like high school. Except it was more dangerous because we don't have to be home by 11.

I'm not much for malls, when I actually have to shop I shop like guerilla style. I run into the store, grab the item I desire to purchase, run to the register, pay the allotted fee and then getting the hell out of there. However in the company of friends it is all different.

If you notice, when you're with a group of friends and you get into an elevator it's as if all your years of maturity erase before your very eyes. It's like you're all six again. Well we all pile into the elevator and push every button and some how end up in the basement. After about 4 tries of hitting the "6" button we finally arrived at the "sixth" floor. I say this because the elevator had buttons marked "C,""1,""2,""3,""5," and "6." So we arrived at "6" or four or D or whatever it would logically be, the doors opened and nothing actually happened. We saw a burly security guard at a desk and we all hit the door close button as hard as we could. See what I mean about elevators erasing all forms of maturity?

The night was full of things like that, it really proves the theory that in public I probably need a chaperon. Shows what good college has done for me.

You haven't lived until you've seen at least one of your friends humiliate humanity as a whole on "Dance Dance Revolution."

For some reason spell check does not like the names of any of my friends, I should never have asked it's opinion. Yes, I hate to shatter that illusion but I do use spell check.