This post has a split-personality.

Jun 14, 2007 00:31


This is the rebellious, demonic side of the post (i.e. Crowley).
I am going to move out. Come February I will turn 18 and I will begin looking for one-room apartments in the TLV area. I will get a job, I'll be teaching, learning to drive, and hopefully I can get my grandparents to pitch in for part of my studies. Come July, I'll apply for the title of "lone soldier" and hopefully get an extra salary to support myself (instead of going home on weekends and such). I just need to get out. I need to be out of my mom's clutches and close to "the scene", silly as that sounds. I hate feeling stuck in my little suburb. I'm going to do my own thing, find my spot... and I will wear pants. Hell yes.

This is the compassionate, emotional side of the post (i.e. Aziraphale)
I had the most wonderful time tonight. I went to Yuval's 30th birthday party at The Loft at Moses. The place is beautiful and the food is fantastic (Mom didn't faint when I told her I'd eaten there... zomgnotkosher!!1!). Ofri, Ori, Ziv and I pitched in and got lollipops with Yuval's picture on them as well as one of those cakes with pictures on them. I also brought him one of the Wicked T-Shirts and some homemade fudge I made specially for him (wrapped up all fancy-like), with a card, of course.
I spent the evening with (pretty much) all of the people I adore. People laugh at me for being the fag-hag, but I thoroughly enjoy it.
Oh, and there was whipped cream. And spraying it. And, well... licking it off of... where it landed, but that was reserved for the guys. =P
So sad I had to leave early... See above.

I don't remember Yuval ever causing me to cry, but tonight was the first time, and I'm so glad it was for a good reason.
I was on my bus home, and I suppose Netanel told him all about how I was upset that I had to leave early (they're all still there, partying their hearts out... lucky...) because I received an SMS.

"It's okay. Thank you for coming! :-)"
"Thank you for inviting me. I really enjoyed myself. Love you."
"Me too."

And I don't know why, but tears started falling just then.

yuval, netan'el, mom

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