I had such great fun reuniting with all my old friends this last weekend. The experience was not only nostalgic; it helped remind me of who I was. It brought me back into my world, because I am far from it, all too often. It also helped listening to my friends talk about the old days partying at my house. I never knew my house had been such a powerful vessel that had impacted us all in ways we would never forget. It almost made me wonder whether I had forgotten how to have real fun. I vowed to myself that those days shall return. The party wasn't at my house for once...which helped make the experience even more refreshing. However, the experience was very reminiscent of the way I used to party. All our vices were opened up to each other and we all enjoyed them together, the way we used to...without judgment. We were all so carefree and the bond among the crowd was almost divine. Even romance presented itself, and I enjoyed watching and making it happen. I am quite the Yente. I hadn't been that happy in quite some time now. I have the Hoovers, the fellas, the faggots, and nerds (oh and all the new folks)to thank for one of the best reunions ever. If any of you...and you better know who you are...are reading this...I want you to know that I love you all, and I'm always here for you; my friends. |
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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