unstrung

Tonight I had the option of going to a "boxer and tie" frat party with a friend and a bunch of aquaintances. The event was held at Cantina del Cabo (a famous bar around here in Davis) where basically guys would have to wear only boxers and ties and I guess shoes/flipflops as you go in. Tons of semi-naked hot girls, alchohol, and possibly good bouncy music.

Halfway going there, I decided to walk home.

On my way back, I saw a couple riding their bikes along the streets of small town Davis. Probably going to the park, I thought.

After seeing them, I never felt so sure of who I am, and what I really needed.