I've now come home to NO CHILDREN WHATSOEVER, which is pretty damn weird, if you think about it. Going from No Manny to No Children within a matter of a day or so. Eliz at a slumber party, and Sophie at the hotel with her grandparents, just because Sophie Loves Hotels.
Yep, I'm drunk. I had a beer, followed by an enormous margarita. Halfway through the marg, I started to feel all affectionate and happy, as is my wont. I am a happy drunk, you see. No crying in my drink! I want to hug my friends! All of them! Because I love them so!
I embrace you, blogland! *hug!*
Because I know people in all these weird places! You live different places and most of you I've never met, and yet I know you and you know me, and isn't that just fucking weird! And you were there for me while I bought a house and moved all our shit and became completely totally and absolutely disoriented, and only now am starting to say, hey, what just happened? WTF?!
And to realize that I have come to in a new place and time and that this is me, after all, though sometimes it may seem like I left parts of myself behind somehow, little pieces that I will reclaim sometime during the next year.
Dude, you were up past 8:00?
Posted by: squid | May 20, 2005 at 11:43 PM
We love you too, man.
Posted by: Melanie | May 21, 2005 at 10:14 AM
Yeah for drunken love and other expressions of affection. Sometimes that's all we get!
Posted by: Margaret | May 21, 2005 at 10:27 PM
Aw Marg, I love you even when I'm sober at 6:20 A.M. on a sunday morning, and the coffee's not even ready yet!
Posted by: Jo | May 22, 2005 at 06:20 AM