Can't Complain

The good times, they're not killing me. Not yet, anyways. Last night, there were some good times, and I'm still around to say that they were good. There was a Pub on campus, and although that isn't usually my thing, for two bucks, who can complain? What else was I going to do, sit around and play video games? Maybe poker? I wasn't in the mood for either, really. So, what the hell, I figured I might as well go.
First off, I am the very last person they let in, which was pretty cool. But they had packed up the cash box after Paul got in, and i didn't have exact change - so they just let me in for free. Score! As it turns out, there were a few people there I knew, like Andy and that guy that's in all my English classes and Matt and stuff, so, good times began to be had.
At one point, I bought a four dollar drink, and then found five dollars on the floor! It was intense! It's like the world paid me to go have a good time... eventually it was just 'Romero' 'Erin' and 'Kelly' with whome I could hang out with... the fake names were all part of the stupid fun that was had (I was Rodriguise).

Ahhh.... Good times....

i think I might go find a party at an old friends house downtown tonight. If Transit doesn't kill me first.