welcome to art class.
and we walked home. with our bag fries. and we saw a bus... when we thought the buses had stopped running long ago. we hopped on for two stops. and then we walked up the hill. we fell into the snow for about the millionth time that night. i stared at the sky. we drunkenly told each other how much we loved the other. and she asked me if i was ok. i was surprised by this question. i told her i was. and i meant it. as surprised as i was... it felt nice to be checked up on like that. then some snowplows came by and scared the shit out of us.

sometimes the best parts of nights... happen when the beer has stopped flowing. when your feet are cold and wet... when all you want is a warm bed. you trudge along home... complaining about how windy it is. but when you get home... you kinda wished the walk had taken longer.