This couch trip's getting older - tell me how long has it been - cause five years is forever and you haven't grown up yet

There's a certain kind of elegance in Tripp's thesis project, if for no other reason than that it takes a lot of the work out of blogging for the poster. If you walk around with a camera on your head 24/7 and have a constant feed to the internet than there's no need to think back and put shit in perspective later.

I just finished a four day weekend in which I hung out with 95% of my best college friends and 80% of the college acquaintances that I liked. I also met a handful of really cool people that I'd like to cross paths with again in life. The adventure took place in five cities on the east coast and encompassed a whole shitload of madcap adventures.

Now those same people are reading this. Waiting for me relive the experience here. Each wondering how I perceive their part in the saga and how their part weaves in with everyone elses. Speculating on what it meant to me (and to them) to revist college places and people five years removed from our graduation.

Unfortunately, broader perspective is a bitch at twenty after eleven on a Monday night and sometimes it's really hard to deliver. I can't summon up the stamina to type out the blow by blow marathon of events that took me from dropping an Irish Car Bomb with Tripp at Jake's Dilema in my neigborhood on Wednesday night to sucking down some crazy drink at Deep's Philly apartment on Thurday afternoon to scarfing down cheesesteaks at Pat's King of Steak in South Philly on Thursday night to drinks on Justin's tugboat/home docked at a Washington DC Potomac marina on Thursday night to drinks on Jill's porch in Richmond on Thursday afternoon to dinner and drinks at Bandidos and some Irish pub with Jill's Richmond friends and the finally, triumphantly returned Andru (who it should be noted became something of an overnight celebrity with my freshman hall crew) to a return to the William and Mary campus on Friday night complete with a pitcher at College Deli and a late night trip to a Psi U party on Griffin Street to a crazy 13 hour marathon of drinking on Saturday afternoon that took me from the Green Leafe Cafe to a tailgate party to Paul's Deli and back to the tailgate and back to Paul's to another party on Griffin street to picking up beer at Wawa and getting kicked out of a Psi U "dry party" (I shit you not they called it a party, but no one was allowed to drink) with a case of Corona on my shoulder to slicing the shit out of my hand while cutting up the lime on the way out of aforementioned party, to a ridiculously overcrowded party on Harrison street and back to the Days Inn where we had another couple drinks before I finally collapsed.

What's missing from this abreviated chronicle is, of course, the people. The ones that I made the trip for. The ones that made it fun. The ones we accidentally insulted along the way. The ones that I'll love the rest of my life. The ones I see less and less of and love more and more. Do you know who you are? I think you do.

PS Laura, I know you sometimes think you're not one of those people, but you are so stop wondering.