Escapism

After weeks of planning and anticipation, THE party finally took place. It was a night full of laughter, lame jokes, very indecent photos! alcohol-soaked munchies, alcohol, and of course, more alcohol. The highlights? What else, but the people that rocked the party. And at this point, I think I have to say that, with alcohol, anything is possible. (Spoken like a true drunkard ehhem!! I know some of you want to knock my head now to remind me that yours truly was the first one to “konged” out)

Anyway, to sum it all up, we partied, we laughed, we got drunk, and we go home to sleep. (I didn’t have to leave of course because I was the lovely host!). It was a good party, and the party is over. Over over over!

As I opened my eyes the next morning, sobriety reminded me that the party’s really over. My friends have all gone home. I’m left with sweet memories of the good time and laughter I had the night before. But I found myself feeling a little lost and a little sad. Perhaps, empty. But why??

Despite the obvious fun I had during the party, I find myself silently still searching for some kind of meaning beneath all the food, the drinks, the laughter and the unimaginable, crazy things we’ve done during the party. Was it the fact that it was a reminder of our youth or what’s left of it? Or was it the fact that we’re still capable of partying like we’re still 22?

At last! It was a celebration of our friendship! It was a get-together that reminds me that no matter what I will always have this bunch of craziest people I call friends to put colors and drama in my life. I realized, as I’m writing this that, it was also, a momentary escape from reality as it always is when you’re having the time of your life. (Isnt it so for some of you out there??)

That’s why when the fun is over, the "emptiness" sinks in and I find myself adapting to what’s present and real, once again. It’s no wonder they always tell you, enjoy it while it lasts. How true!