holy shit. last night was A-Ma-Zing, capital letters where appropriate, trademarked as necessary. there's so much that I can't write about, and so much I can, but it's sunday night and I think there's going to be some movie action happening. here's what I can talk about though:
I woke up, bleary-eyed, and too excited to sleep. not only did I dance for four straight hours last night, I got that fucking party started, because people out here aren't really down with dancing or something. the thing is, I can't dance, and I don't know how to dance, as many people who know me will attest to. I. Can't. Dance. and I danced last night like the shit was going to save my life. darek mazzone, as I sent in a note to cheryl, is my new personal jesus. I had my hands up in front of that booth last night, and all of a sudden, every moment of my life made sense. I was soaked in sweat, my feet were killing me, and the shit just wasn't stopping - boys dancing and not, friends there and not, alone and not, all everything the whole time.
that was the party, with a great set from man plus. you can see it on flickr here.
the stuff I can't talk about from yesterday - oh. like a sol rosenberg "oh". so much, so great, like winning the fucking lottery, just like my horoscope said I would. only it's better than anything I could have planned, because the shit is so good, my head couldn't even come up with it on its own. maybe kidding around, like, hey, imagine if so-and-so was this-and-that? and this other thing? wouldn't that be funny? but... no. I don't think my head would have let it get that good. let's just say... there's a person here, that I assigned to a Very Important Position in my mental and emotional life, who knows a lot of Things. very, very Amazing Things, and People, and has a lot to do with Things and Items that rhyme with underoos and zen blizzards. yeah. totally coincidental, not on purpose, and throwing sevens every time, except the dice aren't loaded... this is just How Things Are™. Ambervision™. DynoDoodle™. Think Different™.
now, if I can just figure out umlauts... I just don't feel like looking. what did we do before the oracle of google was ours to consult? books. gasp.
where was I? oh. yeah. there's movies, and chocolate cake, and dishes... oh, and (sister) I'm a poet. but I have to dig out the notebook for that one, and I have to go, but just right now. we're going to have to pause for the cause. much, much more to follow.
kisses, and sunny back-lit tree branches, and bliss, and mirrory lakeside moments,
vvb
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