What an eventful end to my last undergraduate fall break - partying with random people well out of college, married or in some kind of a relationship, dressed up as Nicki Minaj (and did a damn good job of it, if I may say so myself).
Not to sound snobbish or pretentiously beyond my years, but I realized that these are the kind of parties I enjoy the most and want to take part in. Parties where everyone can drink and have a good time and socialize but no one is passing out, rolling on the floors. Chatting with people about random ass things, having a few beers (and a few shots of Patrón Cafe), and hanging out with my roommate was, second to seeing my family and dog, the highlight of my break. I'm always grateful for her invitation and humiliated by the fact that I can't return the favor.
Which brings me to my next (almost) 3AM blurb. The stark contrast between my lifestyle and that of my roommate is hysterical, and almost too good to be true. As if God wanted to show me what life is like from the other side because that one point in my life that I partied like a rockstar I took advantage of that or didn't bother to consider, even once, the grass on the other side. The side I experience everytime I come up here, and for the past 3 years that I've lived with my roommate, is without a doubt lusher and greener, while the other side is trying but failing not to emulate desert ground - dried up, crackling, no vegetation, and hardcore struggling.
It amuses me, and especially after spending a week home and then coming here, it's even more vivid. It's certainly a struggle, and while I wish things were better, I don't regret not basking in the extreme affluence that is this world.
The day I show everyone, anyone, who I am behind the mask will be one for the books.
But that will have to wait a while longer.
Back to school.