A night like the end of the world

Last night was, in short, mystifying.

The power went out over on the St. John's campus, so I got a text from Jt asking if I could come pick him up and bring him back to St. Cloud so he could raid with our WoW guild last night. After a little discussion with both him and Sara, I decided to take a nap and see how I felt about it afterwards. Well, much to my dismay I slept through the NIN presale for chicago, so now I gotta get normal tickets, which although cheaper, single me out from my other friends. This means they get to go in a different enterance at a different time, and I get to sit alone, by myself, most likely scared and confused, trying to make it in the main entrance. So I'm going to try and find someone who wants to go with me, heh.

ANYWAYS, I woke up, realized I missed the presale, called John, and told him I was going to come pick him up soon. This all occured around 5:50, so I stuck it out and waited for Sara to get out of class so she could come with me. We got john, brought him back, and fun nerdiness ensued. Raiding time lasts from 8:30 to 11:30, so that's a solid 3 hours of not moving, and the whole time I kept staring out sara's balcony windows watching it get darker and foggier.

Then the time came to take John home. So we sadle up his computer shit that he brought, and walk back to my car. We get everything loaded up, I throw the key in the ignition, and it won't start. No big deal, sara's got a car, she can just drive. So we haul everything back over to her car while she runs back to her room to get her keys (though why all her keys aren't on the same ring/chain I dunno ~shrug~) and we head back toward's collegeville. This is where it all got fun, for me at least. Fog had been rolling in all night, and it was some of the thickest fog I've ever been in, at least in some places. St. John's is about 20 minutes away down Division, which is fairly busy. No one was out, I think we saw one car all the way there. It was kind of creepy, during one of the thicker patches of fog, John says "this is zombie invasion weather" and he was completely right. For most of the drive we only had about 40 feet of visibility, the fog hid the rest of the world. Once we pulled off the road at the St. John's exit, we came across the thickest patch yet, the lines on the road weren't even visible for a short time. And of course, as always, we get there, drop john off, and the drive back is almost fog-free, cars are on the road, and everything is virtually normal.

I've always loved fog, especially at night. Walking outside I always feel like I'm standing on a small chunk of the world that has broken off, floating in some black void. The end of the world, the cragged rocky shards of earth, looming just outside my feild of vision. I feel like if I were to run off into the night, I would come to that edge and stare off into black nothingness. It sounds like kind of a scary though, but it's not, at least not for me. It was always strangely comforting. Kind of like.. this is all there is.. but this is all there really needs to be..