Aces means everyone drinks

And there you have it; summer has finally come to a close. I woke up this morning freezing cold and stuck on the first few lines of 'Boys of the Summer.' The morning shower, that I usually don't take, got rid of the smoke entangled in my hair and reminded me of the previous night. I was in a basket again. There was screamo and dub step in the zone. I laughed alot. Too many shower moments like this. And for the next ten minuets, I just went over and over the couches that we loafted hard on every weekend of the last two months.

Every summer ends with Sherry's birthday get togethers. And I never really thought about it til I wrote her card, but this annual gathering is pretty much the last thing that usually knits us all together before we set off for the year. The same loyal friends of hers since time would surround the dining table mounted with food and sink into the pillowy couches infront of the karaoke machine or Guitar Hero battles. We'd wander back and forth through the few rooms and short hallways to socialize with each other about how the summer was. And of course we'd toss around the Filipino accent in half of our convos. But with a new apartment, friends leaving the city or just MIA, Moosehead and dalmatian cards...the atmosphere stayed the same. My summer ended sitting cross legged in a circle playing that Kings drinking game that I memorized all the rules to but not the name, Stella Ella Ola Truth or Dare edition, and attempting a real talks session. Noooice.