Fun in the sun
Jun. 6th, 2004 11:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xaaraOkay, I don't know exactly how much more cliché that title could be, but I don't have time to come up with another. In as few words as possible: the banquet went well. We spent time arguing and playing ultimate frisbee, which I was surprised to learn I'm actually rather good at. A few friends of mine and I stole the guys' soccer ball and hid it in a locked stall in the girls' bathroom, and then escaped into the forests of Rock Creek Park so they couldn't find us. When they got desperate enough to start begging, though, we relented and gave it back.
Discussed with my friends what various people would be like drunk. Don't know how that came up, but it led to quite a few laughs and some interesting speculation. I'm rather concerned that some people will want to conduct field tests to assess the validity of their theories, however. ;)
Listened to Prom stories, most notable of which involved lost young men in Mustangs, the complete absence of parking spots in downtown Washington D.C., the fact that ooh!, X told Y he liked her, and the disappointing lack of inappropriate behavior. Which of course brought up memories of the Jazz Fest and the *ahem* rather illicit activities that occurred there.
The great thing about this group of friends, though, is that they're all smart. They're not going to go out and pick up a random guy at a bar. They're not going to drive drunk. They're not going to have unprotected sex. And all of that makes me a lot more comfortable around them than I would be around others of their perviness level (and let's admit it, they define pervy).
What that means, I guess, is that I'm honored to be a part of their group.
Discussed with my friends what various people would be like drunk. Don't know how that came up, but it led to quite a few laughs and some interesting speculation. I'm rather concerned that some people will want to conduct field tests to assess the validity of their theories, however. ;)
Listened to Prom stories, most notable of which involved lost young men in Mustangs, the complete absence of parking spots in downtown Washington D.C., the fact that ooh!, X told Y he liked her, and the disappointing lack of inappropriate behavior. Which of course brought up memories of the Jazz Fest and the *ahem* rather illicit activities that occurred there.
The great thing about this group of friends, though, is that they're all smart. They're not going to go out and pick up a random guy at a bar. They're not going to drive drunk. They're not going to have unprotected sex. And all of that makes me a lot more comfortable around them than I would be around others of their perviness level (and let's admit it, they define pervy).
What that means, I guess, is that I'm honored to be a part of their group.
