I got pushed into going out which ultimately became the best thing to do. I spent most of the evening at shortcakeness talking with an old college buddy and lusting after someone there. There was much left-over champagne and funny stories about Phi Psi.
The evening ended... er.. night, morning? late after a good talk about general life stuff. I make no decisions and plead general ignorance to all things given that I'm tired and still have a wee bit of booze-ahol in my veins. On the plus, I'm not the only one and I'm still fairly happy all told.
What's fucking scary though? Being tailed by two plow trucks on the beltline at 2 am.