EPTWell, this thread reminded me of one of the best nights of my life. One of the times where I felt the natural high stronger than I ever thought possible.. but let's start with the beginning.
It was about 4-5 years ago, I was in my second year at the university, and I was dating this girl for about 5-6 months by then. We were studying in the same city but we lived in different towns outside school time, and this happening took place at the start of September, about one week before the autumn exam session.
I planned to leave for the university one week ahead of exams so I could spend all this time with her, alone in the dorm room, not bothered by anything or anyone. I had to lie to my mom and tell her that I have an exam scheduled pre-session in order for me to leave. It looked shady but I didn't care as long as I got to go. It's not like she could stop me from going to my exams.
So I left home with a friend, drove about 200 miles, and got to the dorms. I had EVERYTHING planned out. I bought a special kind of wine that I knew she loved, I had whipped cream, scented candles, the works. And best part was... the dorm was pretty much empty, so what could go wrong?! Well... everything.
Did you know that they lock dorms down during summer breaks? I didn't. In fact I don't think I ever saw that front door closed. But it was now. And there were bars at the windows of my dorm room (ground floor), and the back door was locked, and all hope seemed lost, but I'm not one to give up that easily.
I managed to make my way to the administration building, and tried to convince them of the pre-session exam I had (i stick to my stories TILL THE END!). They bought it, but they said they can't give me the key to the dorm, it's against policy. Lucky for me, though, bribes WORK in this country, so about 20 bucks later I got a hint from the administrator that there ARE people spending the summer break in the dorm, but that they have keys and always lock the back door (only access point). So all I had to do was wait at the back door and convince someone to give me their key. Easy right?
...2 hours of wait-time later, a couple came by and used a key to open the door. I managed to convince them to hand over the key for one hour for me to make a copy. They were a bit unwilling to cooperate at first, so I was looking forward to another 2-3 hours of waiting, but then I got the idea of telling them that the administrator told me I should ask for the key, and fear of THE MAN got to them. My romantic night was back on-line.
My friend (let's call him Mike), who, by the way, agreed to come with me only because I promised I'd loan him my car for the week, helped me take my stuff inside the room (computer, clothes, etc), and then I asked him to set things up while I run to the hardware store (20 minutes jog-speed) to make a copy of the key. He started setting up my computer so that he can have music to unpack on (yeah, he's not 100%), and I hurried to the hardware store.
After a bunch of delays, I managed to get the key back to their rightful owners, and have a brand new key for myself. My very own key to the dorm. How cool was that? I ran to my room screaming with glee (almost) only to find the door wide open and a huge puddle on the hallway. The room was flooded. Seriously flooded, at least 2 inches of water covering the whole area. Mike saw that there was a leaky pipe underneath the sink, and used a wrench to try and tighten up the gasket. It burst wide open and was gushing out hot water all over the room.
He managed to improvise a cork out of my scented candles though, completely ruining 3 out of the 4 I brought along. But we had to find someone to handle it, quick. I ran back to the administration office, they said that there is only one plumber working in this period, and gave me some large areas where he might actually BE WORKING at the moment. After another 2 hours of asking around, I managed to track him down, but he didn't seem all that willing to do his job. He said that if I have a cork, we can handle it tomorrow, or next week.
I was angry, sad, disappointed, had some minor boils due to trying to fit the "cork" in the hot water, and worst of all, I couldn't meet her. No. This just won't do, I've gone through too much trouble. Lucky for me (yes, again), bribes WORK! ...but I lost my wine. My precious wine that I hand-picked. I had to give it to the plumber in order to fix the thing TODAY. I also had to run back to the hardware store and buy spares for the gasket, so I was already running low on cash. But the issue was fixed, eventually. All there was left now was to get the 2 inches of water out of my room.
...And that I did, with a mop and bucket and 3 more hours of manual labor, because Mike couldn't be bothered. He needed to head back with my car, and after all, he helped enough as it was. He also failed to notify me that, seeing as how he installed the computer first, it was on the floor while the water was gushing around. So it got just a liiiiiiitle bit wet. I had to move it up on the desk and wait for it to dry for a few hours before I could turn it on and HOPE it still boots up.
By the time I was done with my mopping it was already 9 pm. I called my girl and asked to meet somewhere, told her all about my doings on the phone. And then proceeded to meet her. We got back to my place, and the room looked like this: 2 tables, one with all my stuff on it, and one with a blanket on, large enough for one person to lay down, maybe even two. The bed was wet because of a small bucket incident (don't even ask). The fridge was empty, it only had a can of whipped cream and a very cheap bottle of wine I managed to get my hands on at a nearby store. The computer was still off, but I took a shot and turned it on. It booted up, so we'd at least have some music to listen to. Oh, and above all that, there was the smell of recently-flooded floors. The cherry on the top of my romantic cake.
So we talked for a few hours, lit up the candle, and got up on the table. We were both sitting on it with our backs against the wall. Next to one another. We weren't talking anymore, we weren't kissing, we weren't even touching. We were both just staring blankly at our only light source, the candle on the desk. She lit up a cigarette, and I looked at her, looked back to the candle, took her hand in mine and told her this:
"You know, when you look back on your life and you remember the moments that you felt really awesome? You don't usually know it, when it's happening, that this will be a moment that you'll always remember. You always think that moments that you'll remember are special, are different, but they're not. 10 years from now when I'll be looking back at my days in college, I won't remember the classes, the parties, the flings, the music, the class-mates, but I'm pretty sure I'll always remember this moment right here. This is what being young and free and happy is all about. This is all I need right now."
..I wans't trying to sound deep or something. I just got a feeling of natural high like never before. It was different, i felt that everything that happened was somehow worth it, and somehow made it better. I don't really remember what happened afterwards, but it doesn't matter. I'll always have that moment. Always.
wow that was like a thing from a movie or something!
