Last year Nate and I started a tradition between ourselves of going up to the top of one of the buildings on campus with a six pack of Stella Artois to share, to savor or guzzle up in the late night air while talking about ourselves, our thoughts and feelings, what any college student or person with feelings would talk about to another person out in the open sky. Up on that rooftop I realized that he is one of a few people I truly trust and believe in, which is funny because when I first made his acquaintance I thought he was seriously too obnoxious and ridiculous to ever become friends with. So last night with another pack of Stella we went to that building and lo and behold, it was completely locked. With no way to go up we made do with one of the cave-like spaces of the old cinema building, and after sitting and chatting in our hideout for two hours, we broke into the music school and jammed in one of the practice rooms on the pianos - Nate playing and me singing along. It was perfect.
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These kinda nights are the best kinds. They're the ones you remember 20 years later when you're reminiscing about your younger days. Better yet if you break rules when you're doing it. And hello! Mutual love for zombies, James McAvoy and well, films!! :)
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