Experimenting life

Watcha know about having fun?  It has come to my attention that their are two very distinctive ways of having "fun" in the world that i am in today.  It's either the fun with people that are big time party animals or its fun with some buds just kickin back and playing some games or shotting the shit.  I have come to a crossroads, where I've had to learn to split time with these two groups of people.  I have two groups of friends with two completely different personality sets.  Juggling the time between them is tough, but not impossible.  It's hard to keep everyone happy, but you've got to try your best.
    So some nights, I'll go out and knock back a couple cold brews and take the night with the ease of the next popped tab, going which ever way the wind blows.  And on other nights i'll have the bro's over and we'll chill in the living room and just brotime it up, usually with a couple video games, or listen to a soft strummed acoustic guitar by the fire.  It doesn't matter which one I decide to go with on the certain night I know i'll have a good time.  This draws me to an rather simple question, could I ever have my cake and eat it too?  Both groups each night having a heck of a time?
    That my friends is a solid question, I've been anxious to give it a shot, but something always throws me astray.   I think its more of a mental block, because i've had some coincide with both, but their are always a couple of people I don't think would enjoy themselves with the other group so I rarely say anything if I do.  It's a tough block for such a simple answered question.  I'm considering over the Christmas holidays giving it a shot a couple nights and just seeing where it takes me.  Since my parents have the reputations for being the heaviest sleepers in America the extra people should not be of any problem.  God love them and the stuff they don't know that goes on around their house.  Nothing too bad, but i don't know if they would agree with some of the good times that happens when the lights are out in the back.
   Well I'll let y'all know for sure on  how this turns out.  I have a good feeling about it, but only time will tell.

The Value of Patience

I mean why not my first post in month's be something random.  In the past two days, I've had quite the experiences that would test most peoples minds, and most would have been overly upset.  Realizing that it's not all about myself, I have found the way of patience for things.  Waiting in a dully lighted airport in the Midwest, with two bros, watching the flights get delayed every five minutes is not the way I planned to spend my Sunday afternoon.  We made our final landing in Austin late Sunday night, and continued to drive down lonesome highway with a full moon at our backs.  After a seemingly endless day/night double header my morning was just as bad.  Still standing strong and continually optimistic about getting up before the sun broke through the window , I was aroused with a tense moment when I did not have the most crucial spiral that wasn't in my backpack.  Without a second guess of my sleep deprived braincells, I hit the road at 6:30 and drove at least an hour still before the sun broke through the full oak trees.
     All day was dragging on like it had a 45 pound weights hanging on my eyes, but good thing was that I finished all my homework by the time my second class came up.  I skipped the first one for obvious reasons it was at 8 in the morning.  Moving after my last class of the day at 4, I was needing some help with college classes like everyone and their brother was today, and was running late to get advised.  Little did I know that my night would extend into the later hours way before intended.  Being last in line did not seem bad, until I realized a long winded advisor awaited the eight people in front of me.  About 5 deep, I had finished my homework and changed my fantasy team up, so I was hopeless with nothing else to do.  The clocks rolls on another two hours to 9:30 when I was finally called back to talk to the arched back hombre. Took me about three minutes to realize though that waiting for so long paid off, when I spent over thirty minutes chatting it up with this fellow and appreciating his friendliness and  helpfulness.

Pretty wild to imagine that all this waiting hasn't really gotten to me.  I stood strong in the air port when my lack-o-confidence amigo panic'd through our entire final flight, or not minding taking the two and a half our drive to the promise land of College Station, and especially not when I had to wait for a little bit shy of five hours to get settled for four classes.  When you learn that waiting will pay off then everyone will be in a better situation.