Cy, AK, Mochi, Boca Fiesta

Tom: tonight was pretty crazy. As I write this, it is three thirty in the morning, the latest ive stayed up in quite a while. Matt is asleep in my bed, snoring like crazy. Im in a chair listening to the swell sweason. So…
Right when I got off work, matt met me at my house, and we went to mocha to meet cy and ak, as well as ak’s friend. I greatly enjoy being around both of them. Ak and I dated for something like four months in our junior year. And I tried to date cy, but it didn’t work our. But that was long ago, now I sort of consider them my sisters. I call them kiddo and mess up their hair. I feel like that’s the kind of stuff a big brother would do. But anyhow. So we ate some mochi. And we said our goodbyes, and exchanged hugs and whatnot, and went out separate ways. And, long story short, we ended up at the same place as them anyhow, so we met back up and walked down university. Matt and I got pizza and scarfed it. (he is an eating machine. No exaggeration. ) and then we went back to ak’s dorm, which was nearby. And we chilled there for a while. And matt and I once more said goodbye and left. And we walked down university and around campus, and then finally got in the car and drove towards downtown. He had his heart set on boca fiesta, a restaurant. So we made our way there. As we were walking there, we run into t, who is about to play at lillians for jam night. While I am watching him play, matt runs into d and a few of his friends, and they chill and talk for a little while, and then we finally make our way to boca fiesta, which happened to be open until two am. Who would have thought? Matt ordered food, but I wasn’t hungry. And as he is eating and im sippin my cherry coke, we start checking out the waitress, who is a pretty, indie kinda girl. My type, but not so much matt’s. when he gets the check, he decides to tip her as much as his meal costed, which was almost 14. And we wanted to wait around for her to pick it up and see that. And while we were waiting, we get the dumb idea to start writing on it. Matt makes some comment about appreciating late night service and whatnot. And then we get reeeally stupid. He writes something like “ guy with glasses, ###-####, guy without, ###-####. Do us a favor. Pick one and text it. Thanks” it seemed like a good idea at the time. And neither of us got texted. So we are slowly making our way back to the car, when we see this giant mob of people who looked like they just ran out of the club. Everyone is talking and yelling and on their phone, and we look around to see what the commotion is, and there is a girl, passed out, face down, half on the sidewalk, half on the road. Before we know it, there is one, two, three cops, and then an ambulance. A cop is blocking off traffic and redirecting it, and people are starting to disperse. We tried to get some info as to what happened, but to no avail. And I was just like “ lets look on the news tomorrow morning…” and then we ended up here and now. Matt asleep. On my bed. And me awake. The worst nights are when sleep escapes me and too many thoughts replace it.