Just got home from Dean's. A really good weekend in: good company, dvds, good food, dancing, wine and pot. I cooked enough food on saturday night to have enough leftovers to feed 7 tonight, with of course a new soup and side dish. The second chicken was as good as the first chicken.
Everyone was so mellow today.
Back to Imma's party...
Sunday Day
We pretty much just sat in bed all day, falling in and out of short 4 minute naps. We were so so very scattered. We hadn't slept. Charlie kept us going, god bless, don't ya just love him? Paulina dropped by in the afternoon, she was a sight for sore eyes. She looked so radiant, I however, felt so drained. Looking at her made me feel more awake. We ended up talking about death and family. Such a pleasant topic to delve into when you are coming down from a big night out. I ended up in quiet tears. I didn't want to let the girls see me cry. I should have pulled out my fake glasses to hide the tears.Paulina left. I was hoping she'd come back. I needed level-headed company, someone who could piece together a full sentence.
There was lots of "oh remember when this song came on last night..." and "oh remember when...". To be honest. I didn't. I was too fucked. I just nodded my head and agreed with Imma and Dean with "yeah it was hot". Its not that I was too fucked during the night to not remember everything, its just that I was so out of it on the sunday that I couldn't remember it at that point. A week later and its all coming back to me.
Sunday Night
Liam dropped by, and with him, was Charlie. More great times. We hung out for hours, and I still hadn't slept (38 or so hours awake I think - a personal best). I left at around 10:00 ish I think. I didn't get to sleep until midnight. I slept like a baby and woke up at 7. Off to work I went...
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