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Apr. 19th, 2004 12:24 amIn short:
Went to UnderGround with some folks, had a good time, and then hung out afterwards for a long, late eve. Good time. Kinda weird in spots, but good.
After waking up damn late, got Ricardo, Dave, Drew, and Alexander poised and ready for going down to Melissa's for the bye bye beach party.
Lots of folks were there. Big'n'loverly keg of Newcastle. Good job. Music Nazi was there. Much booing. Matt done good, and brought girls, putting to rest the long standing tradition of there being 20 guys and 2 girls at Mel's parties.
And Scott needs to let me flirt my own way, in my own time, though I do appreciate the sentiment. Or to quote Into The Woods: "I am perfectly capable of pursuing my own damsel, thank you."
After much carousing and drinking (thank you Dave for the Stroh in the flask), and eating some of the biggest fucking pizzas on the earth, I stolled down to the beach...to...breathe...I stared at the sky, at the stars, wrote a poem in the sand, and then had a little tete a tete with God.
God did not answer outright.
Walked back, got weird (as I sometimes do when I'm tired, drunk, and have had "quiet moments"), and then said a bunch of goodbyes, gathered up my CDs (and *still* managed to leave one and a book) and got my folks into our various cars and rode off into the dawn.
Got in, said hi to mom, who was up working on a work project, drank a big glass of water, and shut my brain off, went to sleep, and woke up in time for Victor/Victoria sometime this afternoon.
At some time, I might be able to just get myself together, and be a happy person. Because, you know, I'm happy. Most of the time.
Went to UnderGround with some folks, had a good time, and then hung out afterwards for a long, late eve. Good time. Kinda weird in spots, but good.
After waking up damn late, got Ricardo, Dave, Drew, and Alexander poised and ready for going down to Melissa's for the bye bye beach party.
Lots of folks were there. Big'n'loverly keg of Newcastle. Good job. Music Nazi was there. Much booing. Matt done good, and brought girls, putting to rest the long standing tradition of there being 20 guys and 2 girls at Mel's parties.
And Scott needs to let me flirt my own way, in my own time, though I do appreciate the sentiment. Or to quote Into The Woods: "I am perfectly capable of pursuing my own damsel, thank you."
After much carousing and drinking (thank you Dave for the Stroh in the flask), and eating some of the biggest fucking pizzas on the earth, I stolled down to the beach...to...breathe...I stared at the sky, at the stars, wrote a poem in the sand, and then had a little tete a tete with God.
God did not answer outright.
Walked back, got weird (as I sometimes do when I'm tired, drunk, and have had "quiet moments"), and then said a bunch of goodbyes, gathered up my CDs (and *still* managed to leave one and a book) and got my folks into our various cars and rode off into the dawn.
Got in, said hi to mom, who was up working on a work project, drank a big glass of water, and shut my brain off, went to sleep, and woke up in time for Victor/Victoria sometime this afternoon.
At some time, I might be able to just get myself together, and be a happy person. Because, you know, I'm happy. Most of the time.
