Nachos: Picture this. You're in love. You know it, your lover knows it. It's mutual, requited. Neither of you admit it, you just express it in every breath, every movement. You've been roaming around, soaking in the summer sun. It's fun. It's adoring. God it's a thrill. The bickering, the laughing, the bus rides, the city strolls, the entire buzzing street crowd just completely dissipating into background noise because nothing exists but the shared intensity between the two of you. And as you're living it, you know people would kill for it. It's electric. The kind of passion where you can't get enough of eachother, the kind where you know you're made for eachother, the kind where it kills to know there's no way in hell it's ever going to last. And so you're torn. Torn between loving it and leaving it. Torn between the entanglement and the unraveling. And between the loving and the living, there's all the places that become yours. The shared memories, the shared presence, the shared being. The shared ice cold glass of water in the insistent heat, the insanely. incredibly. absurdly. delicious plate of nachos. and you're not sure at all whether this was the best plate of bar nachos you've had or if your senses are heightened and everything is ten times better with your lover by your side. You're not sure if this bar you stumbled into is the perfectly, intentionally, fatefully, specially curated setting for this moment, or if you're just over the moon. You're not sure if they just mumbled an "I love you"- the music is blaring, the people are talking, the kitchen plates and silverware are clinking in the distance, or maybe its just your own thoughts transcribing what you've been dying to say. All you know is it's summer, you're young, and you've got so much love to give. And you've accepted the ephemeral reality that is this life. Everything is yours to feel and nothing is yours to keep. And there's nothing you can do about it except love it and appreciate it as deeply, genuinely, and as wholeheartedly as you can. Because this lover of yours is yours in this moment. And you may never get to say you got to keep it, but boy oh boy when you had it. Oh, others can only ever dream of it. And how precious it is to love and to let go. How bitter, how beautiful, how destructive, how raw, how invigorating, how incredible, it is to be. To be young, to be old, to be in love, to be in pain, to be in a college bar on a random Friday night eating nachos with your lover.
All else: this bar is the college bar of dreams. it's for wasting away unapologetically. And god i thought the nachos were delicious until they handed me an ice cold Diet Coke on the side, tasted so good together I could've died. I was just on a high. Shoutout to the sweet waiters who checked in consistently. All my reverence is yours. read more