toniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight------------

i celebrate my love for...
eh.
i dont' know what.
not THAT song, that's for damn sure.
but there was karaoke.
and corona.

we rocked the house.
and one of the members of our party (to be left nameless)
forgot his I.D.
so...
he used Jail release papers to confirm his identity.
NICE.
not only that, but he was the ex-husband of the chick he was there with.
so it was coooooooool.
(and i'm still not mentioning any names...)
but she made me grind with her.
it's fun to torture men like that, sometimes.
but it's not really "me".
and there was a guy who looked really familiar, so we asked him if we knew him.
he said to me, "you're the mother of my child."
i heaved out a laugh, and said, "well, not yet."
it cracked me up.
...of course, i was 3 coronas short of a six pack at that point.
hey!
3 beers is a lot for me.
besides, i can't refuse a good flirt.
the annoying part is: that didn't answer my question.
i used to have an amazing memory.
i know, i whine about that a LOT.
but it's true.
so fuck you.
and now it's just good enough that i recognize people but have NO BLOODY IDEA why.
oh well.
maybe he was telling the truth.
shit, that'd be embarassing.

i suppose it's time to go to bed.
but i like this buzz.
i want to ride it out...
we sang tom petty and pearl jam and candlebox and the eagles.
wow.
that's a lot...
and my husband sang guns n roses, godsmack, grateful dead
(holy shit he did all g's!)
and there was much grinding by the two hottest chicks there.
yes, that would be us.
sad, but true.

Oh!!
and before all that craziness--
hubby and I played racketball.
raquetball?
eh.
whichever.
that FUCKING ROCKED!
i have never played before.
it was a fantastic workout--
and so much fucking fun.
i loved it.
getting used to the way it's played was a little strange, though.
not like tennis AT ALL.
heh.
very fun.
now i want to try squash.
but i don't think my blood is blue enough.
or whatever.
i'm not drunk, by the way.
well, sorta.
anyway.
wherever you are out there in this incredible, spinning blue world....
i hope you're comfortable and (it's 12:34 right now! my second favorite time of the day...yes, 11:11...i never said i'm not a dork)
i hope you're happy and sure and loved.
i hope you're empty of regrets and full of hope.
i wish i was there...
i wish you were here.
i wish there were no boundaries and no tomorrows.
i am sick of wanting.
i'd rather just be.
but that'll never happen.
so i guess i should stop wanting to not want........
and just embrace it.
oh yeah...i already have embraced it.

fuck.
i guess i'm just rambling now.
but isn't that what drunks are supposed to do?
tell everyone "i love you"--even strangers, nay, especially strangers?
yeah.
and it's true...
i love people.
especially if they're dipped in chocolate.
sleep well, sweet strangers.