Something Vague

So this weekend is one of the most hectic, hilrious, eventful, crazy, beautifully surprising weekends of my entire life. I have to say, having a 321 reunion was pretty interesting-but I haven't laughed this hard in a long time. My sides are sore and my cheeks hurt from smiling, so I suppose regardless of where that laughter and that drunken smiling came from I'm doing pretty well. I sat here tonight listening to "something vague" by bright eyes trying to feel drunk, hungover and sorry for myself for some things that have happened. But, unlike in the past, no matter how much bright eyes i listened to I couldn't get depressed-couldn't feel sorry for myself. That "coffin you call your apartment" is a huge loft with a lake view with two great roomates, can't complain. "Flipping the switch" resulted not in thinking about how little I cared about the people at the table (like in the song) but rather how much I cared about them. "Falling from the balance beem" didn't equate to the embarassment that is normally associated with drinking but rather some clever lines and some halfway decent jokes (rumor has it). It's been a long time-probably 5 or 6 years when mistakes have felt so fucking good and so right. It's been ages since things that should've been mistakes turned out to be the complete opposite and, while the jury is still out, all of that remains a distinct possibility. Sometimes, I couldn't be happier. Oh well, such is life. Since I got shit about writing this over the weekend I'm sure I'll be getting shit when my asshole friends get around to actually reading it. Twas fun kids, hope to do it again soon. "Off the record" you guys are hilarious-"on the record", I've never met you. The most appropriate line in the history of the blog:
"I'd rather be happy than right this time."