Rolling back the decade
Everything is a blur. I wish I was 18 again.
Monday night, a night that remains in my veins, keeping my head rolling like a cannonball and my fingers out of kilter. Tonight, I met up with my old university friend, Simon for pints of draught bitter and shots of single malt. Simon is my first friend from uni - when I moved into my room, in my first year in my first hall, he was in the room opposite. We became fast friends, whiling away our time and allowances drinking. I reminisced this evening on summer days spent loading the sink up with Smirnoff Mules and drinking ourselves into oblivion whilst waxing lascivious on the virtues of kylie or Justine from Elastica.
More importantly, we talked about old flames and the never-was-lit of infatuations. Notable in the conversation was my ongoing, inner, irreconcilable affection for a girl who remains mysterious beyond my fleeting memories of her. Simon recommended a purgative: I am resolved to write a letter to Pandora, who was the unwitting goddess of my early adulthood, and who was most likely oblivious to the legend she incribed on my impressionable soul. Even now, I am not sure I am over the experience (see September entry "Sweet Pandora, so sweet").
At last, a true subject for my pen to work upon. Rest assured, reader of mine, I shall make visible to you the unfathomable bind I feel.
Monday night, a night that remains in my veins, keeping my head rolling like a cannonball and my fingers out of kilter. Tonight, I met up with my old university friend, Simon for pints of draught bitter and shots of single malt. Simon is my first friend from uni - when I moved into my room, in my first year in my first hall, he was in the room opposite. We became fast friends, whiling away our time and allowances drinking. I reminisced this evening on summer days spent loading the sink up with Smirnoff Mules and drinking ourselves into oblivion whilst waxing lascivious on the virtues of kylie or Justine from Elastica.
More importantly, we talked about old flames and the never-was-lit of infatuations. Notable in the conversation was my ongoing, inner, irreconcilable affection for a girl who remains mysterious beyond my fleeting memories of her. Simon recommended a purgative: I am resolved to write a letter to Pandora, who was the unwitting goddess of my early adulthood, and who was most likely oblivious to the legend she incribed on my impressionable soul. Even now, I am not sure I am over the experience (see September entry "Sweet Pandora, so sweet").
At last, a true subject for my pen to work upon. Rest assured, reader of mine, I shall make visible to you the unfathomable bind I feel.
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