2 am....

its slightly past two am, and im just home from an unplanned session with my best friends from college... despite all plans to do otherwise, us four nutjobs wound up polishing off a whole bottle of skyy vodka (damn the americans but im converted, this shit is good).

i guess whats so nice about it is the comfort i got from it... no issues, no need to redeem myself, i can show up depressed (which i did) and still be adored for it. after several rounds of taboo (i rock at that game) and even more rounds of alcohol we crawled our way back to our cars with our usual parting shots to call each other when we get home.

im as high as a vertigo-afflicted kite, but high nevertheless. hence this is no declaration of independence, not an explosion of intelligent repartee or political satire.

it is a 28-but-still-think-shes-21 young woman thanking her lucky stars that she is able to see her friends, indeed have any at all. ann, with whom i have come so so far. with kul, with whom edges i've softened and who's sharpened mine. To melvin, with whom ive come furthest of all.

there are more who deserve mention. again i have been blessed to meet all of those who do. but tonight, these three are the stars.

love,
anandhi