Relaxed dress code induces relaxed standards

Wow, that pajama party was CRAZY. Something about that house gives me ridiculous amounts of energy. I was a dance maniac and at the end of the evening(aka sunrise) I vaguely remember doing yoga moves and backrolls across the floor. I ended up spending the night (hmmmmm....) and woke up in the morning in a bed with a guy and a girl. Yeah, um, right. Good times. I spent a lot of the evening with all my new friends, especially since almost no one from the core old group was there (with the exceptions of Francisco and Clodagh). I seem to gradually be transitioning towards people who drink and party more. Maybe it's just a phase until I feel normal again. I don't really want to feel normal again though, this is so much fun. People don't scare me anymore, I feel sexy, the world is my playground and all that. I had a few minutes of sadness, but then Francisco found me and I had a nice talk with him and felt alright again. I almost feel closer now to him than I did when we were dating, because we consider our words very carefully now, and every conversation has an extra vitality, like it is performing an extremely necessary function. Does that make sense? I think I'll always love him on some level, they don't make people like that very often. Sarah (The other Sarah W) recently broke up with her partner, and told me she thought of me this week because she was sitting on her couch crying about how her ex didn't invite her to some get together he was having, and then she thought, "Vanessa wouldn't be crying on the couch." She said she couldn't ever imagine me like that because I'm so strong. It's an honor to be thought of that way, really, but I'm definitely not that strong. I seem to be superhuman about this break-up for some reason, but in past breakups I was a lot sadder, maybe because they involved another woman, as her present break-up does. Whenever there's someone else involved with your ex during or shortly after the split it sucks, I don't care how strong you are.

Sunday morning Hovig picked some of us up from the party after we'd managed to squeeze in 3 hours of sleep (I definitely wasn't the only one spending the night) and we all went out to Sweet Mother's for delicious breakfast burritos. The Ardents and Francisco showed up halfway through and drove me home, where I slept the afternoon away, achieving consciousness around 6pm in time for a healthy dinner, cleaned and organized all my stuff I hadn't gotten around to unpacking, spent at least an hour moisturizing and stretching and all that stuff I do when I actually pay attention to my body, and went to bed having exciting and sexy thoughts. What a great weekend.

Here's a pic on our way to Sweet Mothers:


Business as usual doesn't seem so bad today. After this morning I now know everything about Word Mail Merge, so please let me know if you have any questions :)