12:44 p.m. - 2003-09-28
golden years
I am sooo deliciously hung over right now I could puke all up in this library.
I took a much-needed weekend getaway to Holland Lake, which is definitely one of the most beautiful places I will ever go. Unfuckingreal autumnal scenery just popping out of the background, gorgeous, clear lake, unbelievable mountainish scenery, and an UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLYGODDAMNITWHYDIDNTISLEEPWITHHIMHOT owner. He is probably the most attractive man I've seen in a long time. And he was sooo so gay. But instead of trying to be charming over the course of two and a half days, I decided instead to speak loudly and drunkenly of his supple arse, flaming blue eyes and unbelievable arms. I had to start fucking inanimate objects, basically.
More importantly: two of my best friends got married this weekend and they are absolutely perfect for each other. It was a wonderful thing to witness. And oh, what a setting in which to bear witness. I cried. And then proceeded to get wildly intoxicated, because it was free and the celebratory spirit was weighing itself down on my shoulders.
And then we danced. And it was glorious. Golden Years has become my new favorite song. There was something so fucking amazing about not only having so many of my friends there, not just having us all out of town in the most gorgeous setting we could think of, but having us dance, all drunken ridiculousness to one of my dad's best songs...it was unreal.
I'm way too scattered to even go into how amazing this whole weekend was.
Cigarettes Smoked: Infinite.
Beverages Consumed: Countless.
Pot Smoked: Pounds.
Friends: On all sides, all of us revelling in the amazing series of moments.
Memories: Cheesy and numerous.
