his mouth on mine.

i forget what it is to be sought after, having done too much seeking of my own in the past year, seeking and not finding. tonight is Ladies Night and we are crammed tightly into a booth, the table slick with spilled beer -- Killian's on tap -- and covered in etchings of past boothsitters. There's the typical "Jason was here" and "420" but also "Pirate Booty Shuffle '01" and "Drink 'Til You Drop Shuffle '99," evidence that nothing changes, the shuffles go on, generation after generation of college students leaving their boozy mark, preserving their place in drunken history. We're not on a shuffle tonight, though -- just catching up, enjoying our company.

At All Ends - Yellow Swans
Mariopaint - Antony Manning

I feel something I haven't felt in a long time