allston reflections

i think this picture is the percise reason that i miss boston and that i had to leave boston. i was just getting too comfortable at Our House (the bar), and look- i dont have my eyes open..and where are my shoes?... oooooo sigh. i hate photos that document nights you dont really remember. it's been refreshing to sober up a bit here (i mean in relative terms). i guess the same behavior in different country/new scenery makes it seem more "cultural immersion" and less depraved debauchery. okok, im being too hard on us allston-ers. all in all though, i just think this pic is priceless. erika has her fingers in my toes for christ's sake. the one below here is lovely as well. i dont know what's better my hand on brendyn's beer or looking at annie and thnking of how she got home that night (in babs's loving arms).
i miss you guys- im certainly not comfortable enough with pple here to unleash that side of myself (the one that almost got kicked out of our house twice that night) xx