Blog #5: Saturday Night
I was jolted out of bed at 12:30 by a series of calls from Mark. "Chris wake up! Its our day off, and you know we're going out tonight!" He sounded excited; an excitement that I did not share. "Sounds... good," I replied. "Cmon Chris, don't bum me out, we'll have fun! Ill pick you up around 8. Later!" Mark and the gang shared this love of going out and drinking that I simply did not understand. I haven't had a drink of alcohol since before the hurricane, I only get by at the bar because of my relentless work ethic and research on drink-making. I rolled out of bed and slipped on my running shoes. After my run, I read until it was time to meet up with Mark. Mark picked me up at 8:30 and alerted me that we were going to meet up with Leo, Ava and Jerry and then to some party. The details never mattered to me, it was always the same: we go to some loud place and everyone drinks and dances to music we all hate but somehow still gets played,...