#monkey.
alright… not last night but the night before: co picnic. averse am i (usually) to gatherings such for they are near always awkward posturing sessions laden high w/ pretense and a little bit of good ol’ fashioned brown nosing. but not so when you’re greeted w/ a red plastic cup, a nod in a certain direction, and the words, “Number Niner…”
and so were the doubts melted.
from there, we (i) strip away the false assumptions around said event and proceed. a lot can happen when you let it. i left the evening feeling a little better about a whole lot of things. (being called a geek never felt so good, for starters.) and when night descended so casually on the park, those left standing made a unanimous motion: the bar is open.
these boys are going to get me into trouble.
