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gone are the days where one can play [mafia, bubble bobble, pirated playstation games, dance dance revolution, starcraft, rogue spear, risk, roller hockey, ping pong, and hacky-sack] for hours, upon hours on end...

gone are the days of [bar hopping and club hopping 4 nights a week... random impulsive visits to friends places with no money, clothes, or means of transportation... spinning all your friends parties and scratching and mixing-in all the samples and breakbeats you could get your hands on...]

gone are the days of [spontaneous music videos... improv videos... monkey show... monkey war... fear spoofs... sideways couches and Christmas stockings...]

gone are the days... as in days that would be considered "wasted" to the yuppie world... days that could be used by those (in their opinion) for "more productive" tasks... days that could now only by undertaken during vacations not already planned with trips or errands or family visits...

here's to those days,

and...

here's to you and me and everyone else resurrecting those days.

here's to taking it to the next level with [poker tournaments... with spur of the moment ping pong tournaments... with basketball tournaments... with days filled with soccer... with nights filled with halo, rogue spear, and war craft III... with golf outings... with paintball... with all inclusive karaoke rooms... with video competions... with clubbing one night every other month...]

here's to the families we are creating... the bonds of friendship we are solidifying, upon which we are building our futures... the memories we have created and hold dear... the love we are sharing that we will share with the world.

here's to the faith that we never realized we were missing, the hope that we never knew we needed, and the love that we never knew we had...

to days gone by.

to days to come.

to today.

[these are mine. fill in yours.]