You gotta love a great party weekend. There was really no intention of it running this outrageous course, but oh yes, in style it did. I can't remember the last time I felt so comfortable within my own home, with my dearest friends, in my own skin, as I have this weekend.
Highlights: Eating junk food, drinking stout, watching the third season of Battlestar Galactica and not feeling like a sci-fi loser. Dancing my pants off at the one and only, Leo's party. Laughing at the four interpretations of what a pound meant in context to Anna's personal needs. Watching our cat act like a teenage boy all weekend. Talking through the worlds problems until 8am, with one of the few people I know who listens to me. Being a great listener and learning more about the people I thought I knew quiet well. Watching Iggy pop youtube vids. The first couple I meet at a party are the only musicians in the room, and on top of that, the finest up and coming opera singers this country has to date. Organising our Spring French soiree. Reading about Massolino wines and deciding I need to marry into a Cru family.
Life’s pretty rad at the moment. Well worth a live.
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