My very first girlfriend from 10 years ago, Jasmine, was in town from Colorado at the end of last week. On a whim she invited me out to go dancing, something I haven't done since I met Frinklin. I used to live in the gay-centric area of San Diego and spent plenty of time in various bars, tapping my feet to a neverending array of Cher remixes. About the same time that I moved to The Boonies most of my friends were moving away to various far-off locations; San Francisco, Los Angeles, Colorado, Washington DC, etc. While we've kept in contact, it makes it tough to get together with everyone so spread out.

It's odd how you can remove yourself from a social scene then re-enter years later and it's as though you never left. I ran into people I hadn't seen in years and we chatted with an old high school aquaintance of Jasmine's for half an hour. We bar hopped from place to place, and generally acted like wild things. I smoked almost a full pack of cigarettes and paid the price the next morning with a terrible nicotine headache. The drinks I had probably didn't help either.

Two Excedrin, a glass of water, and a bananna fixed me right up.

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