Don't you hate it when....

You're really f***ed up at a shindig and some blast from the past wants to catch up with you right in the middle of the flashing lights? For one, sometimes you vaguely remember why you lost contact in the first place and then it's that awkward, "Where ya been?" "Um in my skin?". Sometimes it comes flooding back like a monsoon and it's that immediate, "Oh shit!" Where you try to duck and cover but usually you've already been spotted so you jump to the old nod and grin til its over. It's always slightly hilarious to me because it's obvious you're intoxicated/drunk/high/ALL of the above and people truly expect you to pull it together and talk about life...LOUDER THAN THE SPEAKERS. I mean what do you want me to say dude? The phone works both ways so when they proceed to ask why they haven't talked to me I honestly just wanna say, Because you don't call. Plain and simple. Then there's always that one who just keeeeeeeps talking regardless of you just throwing your hands in the air and yelling, "This is my soooooong!" in an effort to make them back up and back off. I don't understand this phenomenon, people don't take the time to keep in touch, we're too busy we can't even talk on the phone anymore (text me bi*ch) and yet you want to engage in a 2 minute interval that catches up on 10 months or more? It's miss a day, miss a lot over here like Days of Our Lives so I couldn't possibly and also I'm so gone right now I can't tell if the street light is merely glowing or a festival of fire flies have come to join the fun on top of balancing in these heels. Call it the roaring 20's of our lives or perhaps the youthful attention span but save that for a lunch or email. The club is for shakin a tail feather and guzzlin moonshine.