You have an awful memory and I need remind you:
Nick has just as strange a laugh as you do. You don't see him often but his heart is bright and being around him feels warm. His jokes are awful but you laugh anyway. Not like work, not like when a stranger says something that isn't funny and you want to be polite. You laugh because he is not funny to a fault and he knows it and remains himself anyway. You laugh because there is something magical and beautiful about someone who is so unappologetically himself as you are. His wife makes weed brownies and calls you a pussy when you decline, but she doesn't think you're a pussy. She's as hard edged and boiled as the rest of you, and though you see her just as rarely, she feels as if she'd never not been one with you and the group. Jacob is just the player as ever. The women still like his smile and when he turns a phrase or makes That face at "It slipped in my mouth," you remember any ounce of fun or boyish charm is borrowed from him. Its close to two am and now everyones at rest. Tomorrow will be an eve and end but only feels like a beginning. You never quite feel home or well with anyone or anywhere. But this moment you feel right.