"That moment is 9:31:22 to 9:31:32. Plan your entire day around that one single second of absolute choking nirvana. First, purchase the necessary accessories: one rare Belgian white truffle sugar-dusted chocolate, silk pajamas, the sleekest hi-fi system available and a CD of Maria Callas. Retire to your home, where after a restorative siesta, you are to bathe in champagne for an hour or so, before receiving a massage from some gorgeous Swedish creature. As the blissful second nears, pop the chocolate in your mouth, kiss the love of your life, and bring your self to orgasm at 9:31:22, precisely the moment when Maria Callas hits the high note in Tosca's "Vissi D'Arte" aria. Truly now, you may say you'll die having lived."
I didn't get a chance to do.... any of that. But I did spend the night at a party for one of my friend's birthdays. It was really nice to get a chance to hang out with everyone and let loose for a bit after not seeing each other over summer break. In honor of The Moment, we all toasted to a great last semester at 9:31.
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