secret_ninja on her birthday, and to meet new people and see old ones that i always enjoy spending time with. although i feel a lot more comfortable in my skin than i used to, and more comfortable around the crowd than i used to, i still felt a bit... off, and ended up flitting from group to group, trying to figure out where i 'fit', before hitting a place in my intoxication where i didn't give a crap, and just plunked down in the dirt next to the bonfire.the coolest and creepiest part of the night was when i was talking to this girl that didn't really know anyone around there other than laura. we were joking that we would never be able to remember each other's names, so whenever i saw her, i would grin and point and yell "JEWEL!" after several passes, she gaped at me and said "I KNOW YOU! YOU ARE... AUB...KABOB!" my brother took a step back and yelled "WOAH! CREEPY!"
turns out that she's the best friend i heard so much about from
darkminstrel when he and i would hang out a lot when we both first moved up here. small freaking world. i haven't seen him in over two years, and i think he still has my prescription sunglasses. if he hasn't thrown them out, that is.but all in all, methinks that it was a good night. i came home and flopped on my bed in my tank top and underwear, and listened to music, trying to hear each song as if i were hearing it for the first time. does this song come off as annoying? does this one display what Sloan really is? is Kevin Griffin's voice too nasally in this one to form a positive opinion on Ezra? i listened to the words and the way the notes would intertwine, and found a little bit of magic in each one.
i still feel bad about forcing a certain someone to bring me home early, but GAW, all that sleep was freaking delicious.
i also think that after tonight's shindig, i may swear off of drinking again for awhile. i had stopped drinking for the most part for a VERY long time, just because it didn't really present itself for the most part, but since i've started going to mojo's, beer *swoon* hath becometh a staple in my weekly diet again.
but, gaw, i love it. though, i do confess i've just been drinking rotgut beer lately, nothing actually.. GOOD. but i still love beer.
which reminds me of living in phoenix, how almost ZERO females would drink beer, only fou fou drinks and wine coolers. screw that. gimme a pitcher!
in other news, apparently i'm playing at DaDa for reals. this means i SO need to get to practicing/writing. i will do my bestest not to become intimidated.
