1997

This day felt like a cold drink after a harrowing ten-hour trek from the Sahara desert. It was that good. Sure nothing truly life-changing happened but seeing old friends and singing a string of MJ hits on the videoke with them reminded me what it felt like to live a little. Oddly enough, I felt old. But it's okay.

Awesomeness

It was like 1997 all over again. Except Icy got a much bigger set of hooters. Carlo is Quatar-bound. Icy's little brother got much taller and tons beefier. I got a chopped-up bangs that twirl away from my face like a fucking bigote cleverly hidden using a rubber band. So many things have changed but it's nice to know that even after all these years, we still managed to act like a bunch of hormonal teenagers when we're all together.

Short-lived, it sure was. But who gives a shit?