Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable

[hillsie]

I am so happy with today. If a day could be perfect, I think today would be it. Absolute perfection. The day that God sat back and decided to enjoy creation. Sundays were never better. I was never better. Thats something isnt it. I woke up late. I fake-shopped online for cocktail dresses. I went to carpe diem. I ate a scone and caramel macchiato. A little different from the usual chai latte or occasional alpine mocha cappacino. i had a rather enjoyable phone conversation with my mother. There was no rolling of the eyes or deep sighs or irritation. At least on my part. I told her about the goings on of my life. My little quirky thoughts that no one else would find precious because no one else gave birth to me and thinks I'm the best thing in the world. Ah..mothers...they aren't so bad after all. So long as I don't have to live with her. But we all have our things don't we. What else did I do...umm..oh yes. I did a crossword puzzle for a very long time at carpe, and then suddenly around 2:30 the place got very busy. And just as I started to get annoyed with the long and rather noisy line winding around my table, forcing me begrudgingly to leave, my sister called me to eat a lunch/dinner. What is the name of that meal? Late breakfast/early lunch is brunch. What is this? Linner? Dunch? Hmm. Anyways. We ate at a Mediterranean cafe, which on Sundays serves a buffet. Meaning that I wouldn't have to feel like an ass for asking what this or that was on the menu, and if it was spicy or gross. Delightful. And so was the feast. And looking at the weirdly cute Lebanese waiters. And requesting more pita bread. And having a really dorky conversation with my sister about anthropology. Absolutely delightful. Then I got back to my dorm and sat down at my computer to herald the blissfulness of my day on lj when several people called me right in a row, making me feel very popular and friendiful(thats a new word, meaning friend plentiful, friendiful). Oh me. I hung out with Rachel and had a very good time being weird and random. She just brings out the weird and random in me. I love how we can have a conversation of completely random, unrelated topics, and I semi-understand and am semi-confused and wholly entertained. We talked about how much we loved the weather. And I said how much I wished I could sit outside with a blanket and drink beer, and have it not go warm. We ate at Petes. And I've honestly never felt more satisfied with myself. I love that feeling more than anything else I've ever experienced. Its better than being hyper or drunk or high or infatuated. Ok maybe its not better than being in love. But thats kind of a part of it. I feel so satisfied with everything, life, love, mood, everything. Rachel and I drove back to South listening to Pat Green and singing very loudly and dancing very badly and remembering that we did the same thing last year at Bayfest.
The Four Seasons last night was delightful. More than delightful. It made me giddy. I got very dressed up, so much so that I impressed myself with how well I can clean up. I felt very grown up as Tim and I walked into the auditorium, with me in my dress and heels, and Tim in a suit and tie. The Hendel Concerto was very pretty. Williams was good, but nothing memorable. During that piece I found myself enamored with the way the whole symphony took on this moving artistic image. All the members were dressed in black and the instuments in a rich shiny wooden tone looked so vibrant. The way the bows of the violinists moved in unison was so...visually stimualating...to sound utterly gay. Anyways, I knew Vivaldi would be my favorite and it was. Spring's first movement was beautiful, as was my personal favorire, the last movement in Autumn. Winter was beautiful as well.
My cup runneth over. And I am so thankful
Will you be the flower in my hair?