WHAT A KICK-ASS WEEKEND!!!
I have easily said this dozens of times, but I think, so far, this past weekend was the best ever. Call it a perfect combination of Tequila and Te-chicas, or call it great timing, either way, I can't imagine what could have tainted this picture perfect weekend.
GingerGayle and I headed down south to see my family, first stop Gram's. Can I interject here:
Indian Summer + Convertible = BLISS!
We stopped off at Gram's, for a quick hug and happy-making words that always seem to flow so easy out of this beautiful lady. Then we carted all the food then off to Cousin Sam's (btw...I don't actually refer to him outside of my journal as "cousin sam" like we're Partridges or something, it's just for clarification purposes) My Gram always makes sure we never go hungry, the need I have to feed people...yeah, one guess where it came from.
Stace arrived shortly after 1:00, and my god, it was great to see her again. It had only been a couple of weeks, but I never realize how much I missed her until I see her again. She is my goddess. The afternoon was spent catching up.
The party began and continued into the wee hours of the morning. I'm happy to say, the costume idea didn't last long, and before cinderella's expiration, we were back in street clothes. Costumes are fun for a while, I love to play dress up, but most aren't designed to wear for hours and hours.
Drank, danced, played...danced...drank some more...and then of course, SOMEONE suggests some game that will require the drunk girls getting naked or start kissing, or both. (you boys think you're soooo slick, we're on to you!)
AND of course, THIS is the party where EVERYONE had a camera... 
No idea when we actually crashed for the night, sometime after the sun came up. After a long goodbye, Stace had to leave...
much sadness...we do have a rule now, not to leave until we know when we'll get together again. There's comfort in knowing. After the race, we packed up and made the trip home. It felt like the weekend was a week long. No complaints though, not one.
How was YOUR weekend?
I have easily said this dozens of times, but I think, so far, this past weekend was the best ever. Call it a perfect combination of Tequila and Te-chicas, or call it great timing, either way, I can't imagine what could have tainted this picture perfect weekend.
GingerGayle and I headed down south to see my family, first stop Gram's. Can I interject here:
Indian Summer + Convertible = BLISS!
We stopped off at Gram's, for a quick hug and happy-making words that always seem to flow so easy out of this beautiful lady. Then we carted all the food then off to Cousin Sam's (btw...I don't actually refer to him outside of my journal as "cousin sam" like we're Partridges or something, it's just for clarification purposes) My Gram always makes sure we never go hungry, the need I have to feed people...yeah, one guess where it came from.
Stace arrived shortly after 1:00, and my god, it was great to see her again. It had only been a couple of weeks, but I never realize how much I missed her until I see her again. She is my goddess. The afternoon was spent catching up.
The party began and continued into the wee hours of the morning. I'm happy to say, the costume idea didn't last long, and before cinderella's expiration, we were back in street clothes. Costumes are fun for a while, I love to play dress up, but most aren't designed to wear for hours and hours.
Drank, danced, played...danced...drank some more...and then of course, SOMEONE suggests some game that will require the drunk girls getting naked or start kissing, or both. (you boys think you're soooo slick, we're on to you!)
AND of course, THIS is the party where EVERYONE had a camera...
No idea when we actually crashed for the night, sometime after the sun came up. After a long goodbye, Stace had to leave...
much sadness...we do have a rule now, not to leave until we know when we'll get together again. There's comfort in knowing. After the race, we packed up and made the trip home. It felt like the weekend was a week long. No complaints though, not one.
How was YOUR weekend?
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Still have not seen Kill Bill Vol. 2. I will add it to my NetFlix queue.
I have drank an entire bottle many, many times. Not wine, Whiskey, and unlike you I was not a happy drunk. I got mean. But I don't do that anymore.
Very little comforts me these days. I wish I could change that, but, at least for right now, I don't think I can. I do get some comforts from my cats. They always seem to know when I am down.
The first kiss I remember was when I was 6. A few older girls held me down so this girl Cindy could kiss me. I was pretty mad about the whole thing,
But the first real kiss? I was in 5th grade, 11 years old. An extremely shy pudgy kid. Somehow I had gotten involved in some horrid skit contest. This girl, MIchelle, was teaching me to waltz for part of the skit we were doing. Anyway while we were dancing, my hand slipped- for real it was totally an accident-- and brushed across her chest. Her just began to recently develop chest. Mortified, I snatched my hand away. As I was standing there slowly turning beet red and stammering she gave me a strange look and began moving toward me, literally backing me into the wall. The next thing I knew she was kissing me. A very long, very confusing, very proficient (only on her part
Heh, well I don't know about famous...
I hope you are right about it being better to regret something you did than something you didn't do. I may have many regrets after this coming weekend but at least it won't be regretting never giving something a chance.
My favorite Halloween memory: My daughter was two. We were taking her out fot her first Halloween. In my old neighborhood. Showing her off to everyone. Because it was a busy night and she was still pretty young, I was carrying her. She was a big hit. Everyone loved the little lamb outfit. She was adorable and I thought it was all going well. We were just leaving about the 7th or 8th house of at least 30 that I had planned on visiting, when she looked at me with that recently mastered stern look and loudly said "Daddy, no More Walk FOR CANDY!!!!"
Glad to hear your Halloween was good. My weekend was good too. I have hope this coming weekend will be even better. But I am also tense & worried. Oh and cryptic, lets not forget cryptic.