a brief ode to Friday
May. 17th, 2004 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jchrisobrienFriday nights fly all too quickly. The time blurs by in a rush of music and drink and motion. Smiles, glances, contact. But it fades all too quickly, and the days and hours in between them are all too long, all too mundane. Even so, there is always another Friday, waiting to unfold.
Most of the mage group made it out to the club after the game (which is rushing to it's conclusion very nicely). Everyone seemed to have a good time, and it was good to see some people, and a surprise to see others. There was no drama, we can all act like adults.
Most of the mage group made it out to the club after the game (which is rushing to it's conclusion very nicely). Everyone seemed to have a good time, and it was good to see some people, and a surprise to see others. There was no drama, we can all act like adults.
