On St Patrick’s day 2020 I was texted to hold off on getting ready for work and that our evening opening may be delayed. About 45 minutes later I was told I would not be working until further notice. I happened to be in the incredibly fortunate position of still being paid during quarantine, despite not actively working. Which as an early twenty-something is a dangerous request.

The first week of quarantine was spent in a drunken oblivion. Admittedly, it was more of a “three-drinks-til-my-tummy-hurts” oblivion but that doesn’t sound as mysterious or cool. The following weeks were spent enjoying the final summer break I’d ever get with all my college aged friends. Days were permeated by Minecraft and movie nights, culminating in Among Us and anxious ruminating about what the pandemic actually is. I worried pretty much endlessly about what my life would look like after. What would it like to get older in world with slimy tequila scented hand sanitizer?

Fortunately two friends and I (David, Andrew and later a third, Shane and many others) began a short list of things we wanted to do when quarantine ended. Hiking trips, mountain climbing, new hobbies and Ĝ̶̛̮̤͙̺͇̝͍͇̦̝̱̺̯̺̏͗̀̑͐̔͘͠Ṍ̸̹̼̆͛̇͝R̵̡̨̪̺͇̮̰̹̮̟̜͖͈̀̋̃̓̈͛̇͗͌̓͋́̑͘L̸̨̛̲̹̖͍̣̺̀̇̍̏̀̔̇̉̈̕͘̕a̴̫̲͖̯̳̙̽͊̍̾̉̋̽͛̊͒͌̓̕m̶͖̹̝͍̘̼̆̌̿͘͘.

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