Right, so:
The next day, I ended up going to the beach at 11:30 at night. I never want to do anything, but I was talked into it. I ended up having one of the better times I’ve had in recent memory, sitting around a big table, being silly with kids I used to go to school with. Sitting out on the porch, struggling to smoke out of a waterfall with embarrassingly shoddy construction, all my self-loathing from the night before had washed away. I could see us all going to the beach years down the line, and laughing at each other and our shitty waterfall, maybe while the kiddies are asleep upstairs.