After a Hurricane...

...Comes a Rainbow.


People think it's silly that I remember incidents and events by what my friends and I wore to them. I don't know how I do it, but even if it was a party from years ago, and someone was to recycle the outfit they had been wearing, I'd be more than likely to recall the exact event that the outfit had been premiered at. Strange.

This tshirt was given to me before coming to University almost exactly four years ago. And I wore it on the first night of Fresher's Week. Where one girl, still a good friend to this day, proclaimed that she would never remember my name in amongst the hundreds of others you hear every day in your first few weeks of University. Instead, she dubbed me Rainbow Boy, a nickname that has still stuck with a number of friends from first year accommodation. Most of whom have now left for far flung places. Which is a shame.

But every time I wear it, I remember that night of it's first outing, and just how many good friends I have met in my four years so far at University.

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