Here's to the Moments

"Here's to the nights we felt alive
 Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
 Here's to goodbye 
 Tomorrow's gonna come too soon"

 - Eve 6

Other than the fact it was MacBabys birthday the other day, which is usually quite an emotional time for me, as evidenced by birthday-speeches-of-past, I felt lucky to be so priveleged. 

Doing 80 km in a 50 km zone singing along to Flo Rida, Rihanna, Jordin Sparks, The Pussy Cat Dolls, etc with 4 of your drunken friends, made me feel alive. Like, maybe life isn't all bad and that perhaps, just maybe, there is something out there that does make a little bit of sense given the right set of circumstances. Anyhow, driving down The Boulevard (no, not the one full of Broken Dreams), made me realize that not everyone gets to have those great moments. The ones where everything seems to fall into place, and you just feel alive, great, euphoric, almost and that even when you do get the few, sporadic, although undeniably worth-it moments, they don't last long enough. It just made me realize that friends are priceless, the moments you share, the laughter, the good times, those moments that you just can't define but feel pulsating through your veins (and no not the blaring music's beat) are irreplacable. 

So here's a thanks to the 3 drunken friends who made it into my backseat that night and to the one I've been friends with for 19 years officially: Ghandi, British Bulldog, Mathlete, and MacBaby. <3