| Current mood: |  mellow |
| Current music: | Mazzy Star |
I don't have any grass
My yard is all rock, dirt, and a couple of trees that might trump the saplings in Maryland. This is not a complaint in anyway. The decision to leave the lawn mower and leaf blowers behind was an easy one for sure.
To my dear friend Andie, your message, this is why I love you! We are able to always see the positives in each others lives, and make sure each other knows the negatives of our own from "our" perspective. I guess we should appreciate that we can do this. Maybe it keeps us grounded, whatever that means.....
I've never wanted to be grounded. Actually, I would much prefer to be "lite" (spelling on purpose) enough to float around on little strappy heals in the sparkley red pants from SSU days. Seemed grabbing a six pack of Strawberry Blond Ale was my ticket to a night of fun and great sex. Now it seems I'm lucky if I'm able to drink a glass of wine or one beer before I feel I am drifting in and out, and eventually going to bed before I used to even get started. And sex, well how do you do that when you've fallen asleep way too early?
Maybe I'm sharing too much, but hey, its my "live journal," I can talk about what ever I want. People can skip the parts that are too loud or intrusive into there personal space or safe zones. (Comment definitely NOT for Andie. She knows me too well to find my comments out of line or offensive.)
Ahh... to return to the weekend in Philly on Strawberry Avenue (more like alley). That was a great time, although, if I had it to do over again, I would listen to my much wiser friend, and pluck the thoughts of "After Party? That sounds like fun!" right out of my head. I'm sure if we had had a few less Cosmo's that night, she would have grabbed me by the ear saying "Josephine L Jackson! You come with me right now!" However, when drinking, or almost any other time, once I have a thought in my head, there's not much of a chance in changing or prohibiting it from coming to fruition. At least she made me write down the address to where we were "staying" that evening so I could give it to the the cabby when I finally decided to call it a night. Or was it, a morning.
I didn't need any help from makeup to create the "cool dark circles under the eyes look" for the gallery opening the next evening. It was o'natural.
Ok. Now that I've dished a bit of the past. Its back to the future and slightly less carefree Jo.
I think I'll save that for later.
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