afraid of what might be
temple leans in, his drink sliding dangerously close to the brim of the tall glass he's clutching in his left hand. "fuck- guys, listen to dave. he's talking to beer- with a fake welsh accent!"
the hilairty of this is, of course, that professor beer himself has quite a strong refined cockney/welsh accent. dave, however, isn't deterred by the poor imitation he's doing and braves his way through an entire conversation about the upcoming presentation of the vagina monologues that is being prosuced by many girls involved in our program.
to my right is robin, engaged in a long conversation with kevin that evolves from being about paddling, persuing what you love and the outdoors to the concept that, according to kevin, thinking makes you ignorant. we tell him he needs second year, and morgen sits down to see what we're gesticulating madly about.
i swirl the wine in my glass, letting the last drop sit in the bottom of the bowl.
"this is a good place to be, yeah?" the vox sneakes up on us, intoning and vocalizing exactly what my ignorant brain was thinking. this is a good place to be. and it's getting better all the time.
[holy crap- now i want to listen to the beatles].