These ones were all from our last night there. I think everyone was kind of exhausted from the change of routine back to one very similar to our shared college experience. Staying up all night, drinking and watching YouTube at all hours, annoying the upstairs neighbors. We're old now. It's harder to do that sort of thing.
The next morning, we were gone. I went to the airport, Max to the train, Justin to do some kind of work involving a gay beach party. I think the thing I hate most is the dissipation of the magic and adrenaline that surrounds travel and vacations and picking up a comfortable friendship right where it left off.
POLAROID OF A POLAROID
it's meta
It's a hipster argot