The Choice He Made

It's the people that stick with you that really count. Last night, all of my friends were supposed to go out to the New Brunswick bars, but stuck around for a bit and then bounced to this party at 62 Senior St. I wanted to go to the party as well, but I was in cahoots with one of the housemates (surprisingly the fight started with his gf and yet she and I have cleared things up but he can't get past a tiny nothing issue and has to be immature about it) and didn't think it was approriate that I show up (no way would I want him to show up if I threw a party.) Well, my boyfriend, the sweetest guy ever, decided to stick with me. He could have gone with his friends, done what he wanted, and had fun at the party, but he chose to stay with me, and we hit up Scarlet Pub for a few and just walked up and down Easton Ave. I will remember his choice to stay with me and be boring rather then chill with all his friends forever and I will cherish it for a lifetime.

Oh and my friends---they left the party in about 5 minutes.


The first picture of me and Eugene back in May