The Nightmare

Last night I had a horrible dream.

Summary:
I was at a frat banquet... a frat like the Reds at Gustavus... raunchy gross boys. The only part I remember is standing in the banquet hall and waiting for the food to come out. And it was a buffet of really bad, sticky cold BBQ, which we couldn't eat because someone had forgotten to bring out plates and utensils.
I was standing in the corner and no one was talking to me... and for some reason I had my laptop, and so I was sitting there, watching my screensaver pictures and feeling very awkward.
Someone went to look for plates. When he didn't come back for a while, the other guys started to horse around and wrestle (yes, at a banquet). Then they hit one of the legs of the card table holding up the food, and the crockpots went crashing down, spilling baked beans and ribs all across the gym floor. (It wasn't in a gym, but the floor was like a gym floor.)

I was at this banquet because (in my dream) I was the only single person in the tri-state area, and some raunchy gross frat boy needed a date, so I was required to go. I was so mad in my dream, because the food was gross and the girls were bitchy and the guys were all stupid.

I woke up this morning feeling pretty disturbed.

Please don't get me wrong - I am very much enjoying my single freedom these days (after I finally got used to it). It's very freeing to know that I can do "whatever the fuck I want to" (within reason).
That said, the thing that sucks is that I don't have any partners in crime. I have recently realized that all of my close friends are suddenly very much attached - to other people. The weird thing is that, for the majority of the time that I've known most of these people, they have been very single.
I am very happy for them - if they're happy (and they all seem to be).
Anyway, the thing that sucks... it's now much more difficult to get ahold of my friends and also to make plans with them... and, it seems, if I get as far as the "plan making" stage, there is now a much bigger risk that these plans won't actually happen.
As in, I feel like I've been ditched quite a bit these days.

I'm sorry, I'm bitching. I guess this is just life/growing up/whatever. It's much harder these days to make fast plans or have spontaneous fun... we all have bigger commitments. Maybe I just don't want it to be like that. And maybe I'm angry about this because it seems like no one else cares and everyone seems very willing to settle for boring, settle for less, settle down.
I just miss my friends.

Honestly though, I know I'll be okay. I'm moving in about 3 months. Life goes on. I still do believe that my friends are good friends, and if I'm ever in trouble, all I need to do is call.