Happy Burfday Jess
Last night, Jess hosted her 21st birthday at our apartment. The TURKS and a couple of her closest friends enjoyed some mid-week revelries and took off only a few minor articles of clothing (such as pants).
As the night wore on and we were down to our closest-knit group, I found myself becoming really maudlin. I love my friends--so much. I really do. I just have a lot of difficulty expressing it. Anyway, I was sitting between Jess and Chelsea, and my head was on Chelsea’s shoulder, and some sentimental song came on the iPod, and I got the overwhelming urge to give really long, really tight hugs to everyone. So there was hugging. Then I had a little leakage (not of urine). Then I was just all-out crying. Then it became group crying. It was a whole big thing.
I really wasn’t sad, and I feel bad if anyone left the party with that impression. I just love everybody in my life so much, and they’re all so important to me, that seeing them all together playing games and having fun and growing up and being happy made me all teary. But they were happy tears, I swear!
It’s funny-I’m supposed to be the ruthless leader of the Turks, but really I am sentimental fool!
As the night wore on and we were down to our closest-knit group, I found myself becoming really maudlin. I love my friends--so much. I really do. I just have a lot of difficulty expressing it. Anyway, I was sitting between Jess and Chelsea, and my head was on Chelsea’s shoulder, and some sentimental song came on the iPod, and I got the overwhelming urge to give really long, really tight hugs to everyone. So there was hugging. Then I had a little leakage (not of urine). Then I was just all-out crying. Then it became group crying. It was a whole big thing.
I really wasn’t sad, and I feel bad if anyone left the party with that impression. I just love everybody in my life so much, and they’re all so important to me, that seeing them all together playing games and having fun and growing up and being happy made me all teary. But they were happy tears, I swear!
It’s funny-I’m supposed to be the ruthless leader of the Turks, but really I am sentimental fool!