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I will be home in less than 6 hours. You cannot imagine how happy this makes me.

EDIT: Bloody motherfuckingassed tiny regional airports who decide to fucking CANCEL THE LAST FLIGHT OF THE DAY. FUCK. I'm so goddamned homesick I can't even think.

Here is the first half of my week away. I'll write the rest on the plane.

So, I spent this last week at the wedding (and all necessary pre-wedding festivities) of A, one of my very bed friends from college. Our relationship freshman year was pretty superfluous; we started getting closer as sophomores when we ran meditation circle together, but it was JYA in England that bonded us for life. We both had single rooms in the back wing of this mansion just outside the campus walls, along with another girl from our college, S. Within a month or so the three of us were pretty much joined at the hip.
S and I both arrived on Tuesday evening. We stayed up late that night getting the dish since wed seen each other last, which for A and I was late October, S and I sometime in February, and S and A Im pretty sure was at graduation in May of 2003. Weve kept in touch (somewhat dodgy touch, mostly over email), but stories of random hook-ups and throwing up in taxi cabs are generally most enjoyable when relayed in person. We determined, during this gossip fest, that I have slept with roughly seven different people since I saw Stacia (I say roughly because a) there are a couple technicalities in there and b) there was one that even I was too embarrassed to mention). I dont even want to think what it would have been like if Id had to tread all the way back to graduation. It was pretty fuckin hilariousI tried to go chronologically, but every once in awhile I would get to a point in the story where I had to refer back to someone, and realize that I hadnt told them about that person to begin. Ss exploits were not quite so raunchy (or at least not quite so copious), but she definitely had some good juice in there. A, of course, only had tales about the members of her graduate department and how nice its been since her fiance J moved in with her in May, but we did get some good stuff about how J has had his head in the clouds during the wedding planning because hes been spending too much time practicing the exercises from their copy of The Multi-Orgasmic Couple.
Wednesday was a whole day of worktying bows, folding programs, polishing silver. Im kind of drawing a blankI think I spent a lot of time running off to check my email, a luxury Im currently living without (its Friday as I write this; weve been farmed out to family friends for the next two days, so I probably wont see a hook-up until I get home).
S and I spent Thursday morning at the mall, getting pedicures and buying last minute gifts and accoutrements. It ended up being a much longer venture than wed planned for, and when we got back to As house our friends E, A2 and B had all arrived. Thursday afternoon was a tea slash lingerie shower with the older ladies, which was pretty hilarious. She got a lot of flannel pajamas from her aunties et cetera, and quite a collection of cutie pie nighties from us younguns, including four purple (its her favorite color) Victorias Secrets sets. We were all so paranoid, seeing the equal sized pink boxes, but somehow we each managed to have chosen a different item. It was remarkable. Then the ladies left and we got drunk and painted our nailsit was a bit too much like college for me, and I ended up going to bed earlier than everyone else (which is really not typical of me (unless of course Ive pulled, which, unlike many parties at my alma mater (girls schoollotsa dykes), was not gonna happen)).
Now its Friday. Weve kind of been bumming all day, and right now B is doing her hair for the rehearsal dinner, which we have to head off to in about five. So until later, keeeses.