friends

my biggest fear coming back home was that i wouldn't have anything to do. that all of the people i used to count as my friends had changed so much that they wouldn't want to hang out with me, and i would spend my days split between work and sitting at home being depressed cuz no one loved me. luckily, i was wrong about that. i was also wrong about my fear that i wouldn't be able to drink back here, it being illegal and all. less than 24 hours after my plane touched down, i was up in fort collins hanging out with jim, his new roommate and some of their friends. we talked, threw garbage out their window, played with a giant bouncy ball (i almost broke their door because of that damn thing), and generally had a good time.
and yes, we did drink, but the funny thing is, i didn't need to. maybe it's just me readjusting to being back here, but i don't really feel like drinking all that much. perhaps it's just the school culture that makes it seem like i should go out every weekend, but here, i just don't feel like it. i can have plenty of fun stone cold sober, and i plan to. whether it's ice-blocking down the golf course, roasting marshmallows, going to movies for free, whatever, i can do it sober. not that it's not nice to know that when i do get the urge, i can find someone to drink with me. cuz, yeah, there are sometimes when it is fun to get drunk, and i will still be doing that, just not as much as at school.