Okay so I posted about the Sexional already, but it is, as of today, 100% gone. Yes. Empty, keys turned in and a desolate wasteland of emptiness. Last night was a religious experience for me. I went over to the apartment around, say, 8pm. For a few hours, myself, George, Mrs. S and some random brothers of George came by and cleaned, trashed and emptied the apartment. When all was said and done, the only thing we had left by 12:30am was some light fixtures, cleaning supplies and whatever George and I needed for the night. It was a great way to end the epic place it truly was. So as we were unwinding, George and myself downed some Boddingtons (we had to have one last alcoholic beverage before it was over), went out on the balcony with glow sticks, lit some sparklers my sister got for me about 3 years ago and played the ceremonial "Baba O'Riley" for the final time. It was silly times, but something that needed to be done. As we went into the empty bedroom, we chatted about our favorite things about the apartment and we quickly realized that although the location is gone, we gained a better friendship out of the whole experience. It was hard to move back home after a year of freedom and prosperity with two brothers that I have never had. I love my sisters and have a great relationship with them, but having to brothers now is something that I truly love. So when I think back to August 2004, several things in my life changed for the better. I realize that now, the Sexional has been the second best thing to happen to me. The other is Noringo. So when I get upset thinking about this place being gone, don't harsh my buzz. It has been a great part of my life.
One last thing. Whilst cleaning, I came upon a fortune cookie fortune. And it read the following:
"You will always be surrounded by true friends."
Ain't it the tuth.
"The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together before we get much older."