Those nights when you’re all nervous and shitty and dying to make a good impression are always the fucking worst.
The best, though? The best nights? The best nights are the ones where you just kinda Good Will Hunting the shit out of it and show up and be yourself and relax and do the big math problem on the chalkboard like it ain’t no thing. “Yeah whatever, advanced calculus, I don’t give a tit. How do you like them apples.” People pick up on that.
New life motto: Good Chill Hunting.