+ As we prepared to eat the mushrooms in the car,
+ When I overheard
+ Hipster and I at the party, dancing like Rainman (he had to show me how, but I quickly caught on).
+ At one point at the party, the music kept cutting out.
+ The visuals ... like the faces in the walls, the dreidels on
+ Trying to plug in the Christmas lights and accidentally turning off all of the other lights in the room (no clue how I did that - I swear I didn't actually unplug anything)
+ The amazingly sweet thing that Hipster did early Saturday morning while I was passed out on his living room floor: I woke up and saw that he was getting his shoes and coat on. He asked me where my car was and, half asleep, I told him. I asked why. He told me that his street was a parking permit area, and he took my keys and went out and put a permit sticker on one of my windows. Didn't tell me I had to get up and do it -- just did it for me. I thought that was incredibly sweet.
Now here's the sad little epilogue:
H.W.S.R.N. has been looking to go away for the winter, to work on a resort. Last night he told me he'd gotten an offer from one, and was waiting til today to find out if they could offer him housing. If they can, he could leave as early as next week, and would be gone until May. It made the whole weekend seem so bittersweet ... was it going to be one of those times where I would realize in hindsight that it was the last time that all of my friends were together in one place?