Late-night Clifton Goodness

I did have a lovely evening, Blue Wisp with the family (jiggs played trombone and it was enchanting), multiple frat parties (my first time, it's like a car accident: repulsive but fascinating. You have to look away but you can't). But I think the best part was the stroll back to my apartment.

I walked home by myself, which was probably a dumb idea, but I do it all the time and never have any problems. Anyway, I'm glad I was by myself, I wouldn't have wanted anyone with me for the world. I walked by the "haunted" auditorium, which is condemned now, all these CCM students have stories about breaking in and exploring. I sat on the ledge of the stairwell outside Warner and watched the half-moon peek in and out from behind the black clouds. Something straight out of a werewolf movie. I sat there and thought about everything in my life. I'm trying to learn to communicate with my instinct, my intuition, the great spirit, whatever you want to call it, but that part of us that doesn't think but makes all the right decisions. I should give myself more time to clear my head, I would function better in daily life.

There are several stairwells and balconies around the old, condemned YMCA next to Siddall. I have always wanted to explore but never took the time (who thinks of things like that when one is rushing to class or to go do something productive?). So I took the opportunity to explore the outside balconies and peek in the windows at three in the morning. Eli and Joe saw me from their window and opened it to say, "Hi, what the hell are you doing up there?" (their Siddall window is close to the YMCA building). We talked about what a shame it is this beautiful old building is just sitting there, the wonderful weather today, and compared notes on the evening. I think they were considerably more fucked up than me. I'm just crazy.

More to come on the "jiggles wiggles" situation.