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Ai ai - I hurt
Thursday night was the first night of celebration this weekend.Magali, Wen and I were joined by Courtney - and enjoyed some swing jazz, strawberry fondue, cigarettes, wine, and other drinks. Drunk Italians are brilliantly funny. And sad lonely drunk boys are funny too - but in their own right.
Friday after work was time for the serious partying. And as usual, I could not allow myself to enjoy it. There had to be an emotional celansing first - of hysterics and tears and sob-laughter. Because he called to ask if I wanted cigarettes. Because they said my voice sounded weird. Because they decided not to come anyway. Because I was tired of doing everything for myself - and the mirror wouldnt work.
But De Bron looked hot.
And getting to the train station - and getting the first of my unexpected gifts - managed to raise me above my sadness. What with blow jobs and shoe licking - how could a girl keep frowning? And by the time we made it to the club, I was ready to get down. It was liberating to not give a shit and be back there in running shoes and sweat dripping down my face. I had been doing too much fidaddling around there - partly because work usually exhausted me - but I didn't let that bother me Friday night, and couldn't have even if I wanted to. =) Though I did talk to a few friends there I spent 95% of the night on the dance floor.
Kind of half slept and then went to work. Dinner afterwords with everyone was wonderful too. I got some really beautiful and thoughtful gifts - and it was great to see everyone together.
And we keep on dancing
To the
Beat Beat Beat