The (day) of the other day
So I helped laura move the other day. I felt like a cripple from the activities the night b4, today feels worse, tack on moving heavy boxes to all the pulled muscles and what not. My back feels like its broken, and my legs hurt to move let alone support my own weight... Bending down is the greatest activity of the day. It feels like flowers, I assure you.
The dinner party yesterday deserves a big mention. You wouldnt have known from my mood swing later that night, but the party was awesome. Larry and his partner are amazing hosts. I cant remember a time where ive been served like that. And a visit to his house alone would have desereved its own mention. The exterior looked something like where a modern day fairy tale would take place. Im not much for the whole garden thing, but his was very impressive. I dont try to pretend to know much about home-y stuff, but it was wall to wall with decorations, or artifacts, peices of art. Everything there felt like it has lived its own life and had a profoundly interesting story behind it. The first part of the evening was filled with stories of the house alone, let alone the art within it.
I lay quiet for the most part of the night, Im always a bit shy, but i was incredibly comfortable. I was more just trying to absorb the atmosphere. I didnt think much of it at the time, cuz everythign just kind of fell it to place, but looking back, the company was quite an amazing experience in itself. Any differences between age, backround, sexual preference, and more, came together seemlessly. Everything co-existed, flawlessly. Now part of me argues to shut up, cuz thats not a big deal, friends and such come together and set things like that aside, but sadly, the truth is, the world is not like that. At the risk of over-glorifying it, ill just say... It was refreshing. It was the exact same atmosphere as kareoke night. And its because of the people that were there that night that help maintain it that way.
Everyone knows I dont sing, why the hell else do I like going so often...
I wasnt' really going to get into it, but i'm glad I took the time to make a clear-minded reflection of it.
Cheers.
The dinner party yesterday deserves a big mention. You wouldnt have known from my mood swing later that night, but the party was awesome. Larry and his partner are amazing hosts. I cant remember a time where ive been served like that. And a visit to his house alone would have desereved its own mention. The exterior looked something like where a modern day fairy tale would take place. Im not much for the whole garden thing, but his was very impressive. I dont try to pretend to know much about home-y stuff, but it was wall to wall with decorations, or artifacts, peices of art. Everything there felt like it has lived its own life and had a profoundly interesting story behind it. The first part of the evening was filled with stories of the house alone, let alone the art within it.
I lay quiet for the most part of the night, Im always a bit shy, but i was incredibly comfortable. I was more just trying to absorb the atmosphere. I didnt think much of it at the time, cuz everythign just kind of fell it to place, but looking back, the company was quite an amazing experience in itself. Any differences between age, backround, sexual preference, and more, came together seemlessly. Everything co-existed, flawlessly. Now part of me argues to shut up, cuz thats not a big deal, friends and such come together and set things like that aside, but sadly, the truth is, the world is not like that. At the risk of over-glorifying it, ill just say... It was refreshing. It was the exact same atmosphere as kareoke night. And its because of the people that were there that night that help maintain it that way.
Everyone knows I dont sing, why the hell else do I like going so often...
I wasnt' really going to get into it, but i'm glad I took the time to make a clear-minded reflection of it.
Cheers.