Although I had some fun, with Ben coming to my rescue (and me coming to the “rescue” of his turkey leg), along with hanging out with other friends, depression got in the way of potentially one of the best nights I could have had in my whole entire life.
The months creeping up to Grad Nite, I was ecstatic with the thought of screaming my head off at Space Mountain with my friends, going on Star Tours with Evan, and watching the fireworks go off with the entire class, and much more.
I guess I got in the way of having that.
It doesn’t change the fact that when I have kid(s), I’m going to tell them how awesome Grad Nite is and to enjoy every minute of it. In fact, I think this reinstated it.
I don’t know how I’ll ever make up for that lost night at Disneyland.