last night was strangely familiar, as in it fit the description of something i would have easily done my senior year of high school with a select group of indispensable people. the indispensable people were present, but their facial features were different. in fact, their entire genetic makeup was absolutely foreign and unlike any of the genetic makeup with which i fraternized during my senior year of high school.

but i still had fun.

we went to a 24 hour diner and made friends with the waitress. we also made ‘come hither’ glances towards the latino busboy, whose name was probably juan. and we colored. with crayons. that i stealthily absconded with under the rueful glare of the turkish spy who was pretending to be the manager of a 24 hour diner in the bowels of pennsylvania.

we then drove a third of a mile, across the parking lot, to walmart. my financial dreams come true, 25 dollars later, and i had groceries for a week. plus, at last, a cd case. no more cd towers of babel.

on the way home, we pulled off into a parking lot of a perilous mcdonalds and line danced.

when i came back to the dorm, there was a fort in my room. my roommate had been busy.

and somewhere, on some anonymous roll of film, there is a picture of my roommate in a john malkovich mask, me in an arabian sheik mask, she with a sword and me with a potato gun, posing under a sign that reads "caution: rachel."