there is the "FUCK YEAH this party will be the bombest there ever was"......and of course the "shit....when is the next time i'll see all these people in the same house again?".....the feelings of sadness that are placated by the realization that it is time to move on.....the thought bomb that maybe we all needed this....or the excitement for something new about to begin. another chapter in the lives of handful of people. The fact is, its not really over per say. RVL is an idea, one that blossomed kind of recklessly and now is slowing down to fill out the underdeveloped bits. this is what makes it absolutely beautiful, because as we all continue to live our lives it will probably be the fondest looked-back-on chunk of memories. Some of us have numerous years of memories to draw from, while others only a couple.... but it doesn't matter because we were here
I know we can't help but stay in contact with eachother. we all need to get away from ourselves too often.
don't be sad. people that make an impact on your life like this make you want to stay in touch. between cell phones and interweb and TTC, we'll all just have to travel a lot more.
embrace the fact that we'll all get off our asses a lot more, and to be sure we fucking need it. Split a bus pass with someone. make some playdates. drop in by surprise. make a phone call to just chat for 5 min. i promise you won't be lonely.
so fuck it, lets party in this house that isn't going to be ours any more, I don't want to see any tears because this is a celebration bitches! we're moving up in the world, or at least along, steph is a quarter of a century old and little E is returning to the C-eh.
now all we need is a kiddie pool.
I'm going to dance up a TORNADO
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