This Is Friday Night.

I was just awoken from a nap in possibly the most pleasant way possible. I was splayed on my bed when I heard voices in our hallway. Suddenly, a knock on my bedroom door. A sleepy, "Yes?" "Would you like a pink cupcake?" "....SURE!" I don't think I've ever leapt out of bed so fast in my entire life. Gotta love neighbors and their baked goods.

Crazy party Friday night. There were about a billion people packed into a small apartment, it was sweaty and there were people cheering on vodka chuggers in the kitchen, but that's not what made it a crazy party. There were so many people I knew there. A guy from the radio station, a random girl from rugby, two separate groups of friends from second year (some of whom live in the same complex), a girl from one of my discussions first year, a girl who was friends with my roommate from orientation, lots of people I know as friends of friends and roomates, all packed into a little apartment that other friends used to live in a couple of years ago. Mental. It all made me feel very... old. But in a good, homecoming, sort of way. Maybe this is what I miss spending year after year jumping around the globe?

I spent pretty much the entire evening being flabbergasted at the situation. And dancing. Dancing always helps any crazy situation. Except maybe job interviews.

Pink cupcake wakeup. MMmm...