One of the best parts about going back to my previous home town is getting to meet up with my old friends and run around town like we’re still in college.
It’s a hoot to visit all of our old hangs together.
I really love to see how the town has changed and what has stayed exactly the same. It’s always a nostalgic and wild night, to be sure. This past weekend was no different. We all got together and had a few cocktails before hitting the streets. When we left we made sure to wear plenty of layers because it was quite warm outside, but the setting sun was certainly going to decrease the outdoor air temperature any time. It’s a good thing that we all had such versatile layers of clothing, because we wound up going through several outfit changes. Your see, when we went out bar hopping we didn’t imagine that the borderline-spring air would be so confusing for every drinking establishment in town. Apparently none of them knew how to handle the lukewarm outdoor climate. Some of the bars still had their heat cranked on level 11, creating a warm and dry desert inside. Meanwhile, a good portion of them actually had kickstarted their air conditioning systems already, and there was cool air flowing from every direction inside. As we passed from establishment to establishment, we could not find cohesion between these temperature settings. Everyone took off and put back on their layers of sweaters and jackets all night long. It was an exhausting night from the costume changes alone.
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