destination: beautiful
So yesterday was fabulous except for a few minor annoyances that still seem to drizzle on my parade a bit...but its okay because the good stuff really outweighs it.
Matt came over and we spent the *whole* day together. We tried to take a nap but we weren't really that tired...well I wasn't. So we made cookies and then just hung out.
Then Amanda came over around 6 and commenced with her faux vomiting every single time Matt or I said or did something cute or held hands or hugged which was a lot because we are very affectionate people. Then she felt the need to express her opinion about us seeing each other every day and being in love, which was less than positive (her opinion, that is). I'm sorry, I just think it is really rude. Actually, I'm not sorry. I say I'm sorry all the time, and I'm really not. I mean sometimes I am, but right now, no. I'm really sick of it. I know that she is lonely or whatever but it's not my fault and what can I do about it? I mean I sort of know how she feels and if it makes her uncomfortable okay, we won't do too much PDA, but little stuff like what we talk about and holding hands and occasionally kissing, I think it's just mature to put up with stuff like that. It's not that big of a deal, and if she wasn't so rude about it I wouldn't mind so much. I guess I shouldn't have written all that in here but I've been keeping it in for awhile and after last night I just had to talk about it. There's a lot more I could say but I won't here.
Anyway, regardless of that, and my sister saying she was 'falling asleep'...wtf!??!...Mae was INCREDIBLE. First of all, the place was amazing, Greene Street Club..or Bar...I dunno but it was a really nice place, way better than Ace's. And there were SO MANY EMO PEOPLE THERE oh my goodness. It was so awesome. Standing in the crowd felt so right, like this is my place this is where I love to be and I don't even have to fit in. It's just perfect. Everyone is in the zone, and some are in their own zones, some are in zones they share with others, everyone is just swaying and bobbing and singing and smiling and it's all about the music and the sound and the vibration. It's something you can take with you anywhere. It doesn't matter where the show is, all that matters is what the show is and you can bring that personal M.A.E. or that collective high-strung or mellow spirit or hazy lull anywhere because it comes from the music and you can bring that just about anywhere. All that matters is the here and now, the time stops and the worries fade and it's all about who's playing and the notes and melodies and words floating on the haze of emotion that the performers just exude and the people you're with and there's nothing else. You are there and nowhere and everywhere and you close your eyes and wave your head and shoot up your arms and stomp your feet and jump and twist your mouth and it's all about the feeling and your love squeezing your hand at the right lyric or chord in the song and your heart jumping when the vocals drop out and it's just the bass and the butterflies and chills when the piano is all you can hear and all you've ever heard or ever will and you are inside of every keystroke and a part of every head-nod and wrist flick and sway and when the drummer slams you're the sweat that springs off into the air and you can feel yourself rising and all that matters, all that matters is the music and who you're with.
And Mae, and Matt, that was all that mattered.
Matt came over and we spent the *whole* day together. We tried to take a nap but we weren't really that tired...well I wasn't. So we made cookies and then just hung out.
Then Amanda came over around 6 and commenced with her faux vomiting every single time Matt or I said or did something cute or held hands or hugged which was a lot because we are very affectionate people. Then she felt the need to express her opinion about us seeing each other every day and being in love, which was less than positive (her opinion, that is). I'm sorry, I just think it is really rude. Actually, I'm not sorry. I say I'm sorry all the time, and I'm really not. I mean sometimes I am, but right now, no. I'm really sick of it. I know that she is lonely or whatever but it's not my fault and what can I do about it? I mean I sort of know how she feels and if it makes her uncomfortable okay, we won't do too much PDA, but little stuff like what we talk about and holding hands and occasionally kissing, I think it's just mature to put up with stuff like that. It's not that big of a deal, and if she wasn't so rude about it I wouldn't mind so much. I guess I shouldn't have written all that in here but I've been keeping it in for awhile and after last night I just had to talk about it. There's a lot more I could say but I won't here.
Anyway, regardless of that, and my sister saying she was 'falling asleep'...wtf!??!...Mae was INCREDIBLE. First of all, the place was amazing, Greene Street Club..or Bar...I dunno but it was a really nice place, way better than Ace's. And there were SO MANY EMO PEOPLE THERE oh my goodness. It was so awesome. Standing in the crowd felt so right, like this is my place this is where I love to be and I don't even have to fit in. It's just perfect. Everyone is in the zone, and some are in their own zones, some are in zones they share with others, everyone is just swaying and bobbing and singing and smiling and it's all about the music and the sound and the vibration. It's something you can take with you anywhere. It doesn't matter where the show is, all that matters is what the show is and you can bring that personal M.A.E. or that collective high-strung or mellow spirit or hazy lull anywhere because it comes from the music and you can bring that just about anywhere. All that matters is the here and now, the time stops and the worries fade and it's all about who's playing and the notes and melodies and words floating on the haze of emotion that the performers just exude and the people you're with and there's nothing else. You are there and nowhere and everywhere and you close your eyes and wave your head and shoot up your arms and stomp your feet and jump and twist your mouth and it's all about the feeling and your love squeezing your hand at the right lyric or chord in the song and your heart jumping when the vocals drop out and it's just the bass and the butterflies and chills when the piano is all you can hear and all you've ever heard or ever will and you are inside of every keystroke and a part of every head-nod and wrist flick and sway and when the drummer slams you're the sweat that springs off into the air and you can feel yourself rising and all that matters, all that matters is the music and who you're with.
And Mae, and Matt, that was all that mattered.