The best night of my life was exactly one year ago, in some place, in some city, with some friends, and some musicians. I've never felt as big as I did that night, and the least I could do is to commemorate it with a blog post, even if I seem to be the only one (of the four of us) aware it's been a year since we ran down escalators past the never-ending crowd of rabid fan girls to have a glimpse of the unattainable. I'm laughing at the memory. That was about the stupidest thing I got into last year, but at the same time, I had the most fun. We had the most fun and although a part two's unlikely and uncalled for, I'm all right with just the memory. Boys Like Girls got love drunk and All Time Low-ish anyway. I'll kill these hyperbolic sentiments. Just know that I'm not thinking about you while I write this post.Saturday, September 5
Forget Yesterday
The best night of my life was exactly one year ago, in some place, in some city, with some friends, and some musicians. I've never felt as big as I did that night, and the least I could do is to commemorate it with a blog post, even if I seem to be the only one (of the four of us) aware it's been a year since we ran down escalators past the never-ending crowd of rabid fan girls to have a glimpse of the unattainable. I'm laughing at the memory. That was about the stupidest thing I got into last year, but at the same time, I had the most fun. We had the most fun and although a part two's unlikely and uncalled for, I'm all right with just the memory. Boys Like Girls got love drunk and All Time Low-ish anyway. I'll kill these hyperbolic sentiments. Just know that I'm not thinking about you while I write this post.
