infinite

five o'clock p.m. means nothing when you're unemployed. but on friday night, it signified the beginning of my own infinite playlist. roomie busted into my room with the adventure of traveling to madison for just one night. to see a band. from that second on, everything fell in and out of place perfectly.

we all piled into the car destined for downtown chicago, st. charles and finally the high noon saloon. we got lost on our way to st. charles and it set us back an hour. we finally made it to the suburban hell and successfully accomplished an escape from the beige prison. then we got lost again.

when the bright lights of the capital building finally came into view, we knew we'd made it. we downed a few drinks and prepared to dance. in a mix of hello kitty teenagers and western wear 40 year olds, we were the most important people in the room. i excelled at a dance off with a leather wearing spaz created and judged completely in my own head.

as we dramatically exited the dance floor the band called in the distance, 'hey! where did those kids go?' it was our time.

the night blurred with malibu rum, mom made jello shots and hot tub disney songs.

as we drove back at five in the morning to insure our friend was able to wheel dead bodies around, i felt like a pretend human. but, as the sun rose, i felt alive.