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Never let you in, I’ll never let you find me / Butcher what you do have / Put your past behind me
River City Extension // Our New Intelligence
Seeing them tomorrow and I can’t wait. (And this post has reminded me that I haven’t been posting nearly enough music lately. Gon’ change that starting now.)
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Jeffy and I saw the Faberge eggs at the Armoury at the Kremlin and let me tell you: They are not worth a Google Holiday. DO NOT BE FOOLED! They are normal-sized eggs and not like…eggs that are thrones for humans, as I expected.
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From the seester: Dad is so freaking adorable. I was just talking to him about your accident and he was saying if he could get his hands on the guys driving the car he would hurt them! [Oh, dads. Love ‘em.]
From Mouse: Mouse I’m so happy you are alive. [Me too!]
Jeffy: OH SO I SEE YOU ARE DEAD? [Unsurprising.]
So, this weekend was supposed to be one for camping and rafting with some of my best ladies…BITCHES IN THE WOODS! Unfortunately, that plan was derailed by a pretty nasty car accident. It wasn’t our fault and everyone involved is okay, except for the douchebags who caused the accident and drove away, who will be cursed with bad sex and pants-shitting at every turn, for the rest of their lives. The whole getting-slammed-by-a-giant-truck thing and the airbag-going-off, glass-shattering, face-bleeding that accompanied it was pretty scary, but all things considered, it could have been a lot worse. And the two cars that sandwiched us were full of some of the nicest strangers I’ve ever met, which went a long way towards restoring my faith in humanity that had been depleted by the accident-causing douchenuggets.
Once the logistics of the accident were taken care of, the crying complete, and my sweet nose bruise (sans black eyes, what the fuck) was bandaged up, we set about to accomplish MDW: Plan B. We still had a weekend’s worth of food and GOALS, so we set up shop in E.Lee & Pluce’s backyard, got the boys to work setting up a kiddie pool (read: giant inflatable pool that holds 1,000 gallons of water and plenty of people) and a tent, and called it an urban camping adventure. We still managed to grill out, drink lots of beer, sleep outside (the cat calls of the tranny prostitutes pinch-hitting for the sounds of nature), urban hike to urban brunch for urban bottomless mimosas, and spend a day in the pool listening to Florence + the Machine with Pluce as our pool boy for supplies of champagne, food, and foot massages. Not too shabby, that Plan B.
The weekend wrapped up with some serious feelings of gratitude for the amazing ladies and gents in my life, plus tasty meal cooked by a gentleman caller who’s doing so well that I actually call him by his first name in front of my friends. Baby steps, and such.
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Bottomless mimosas, Aleve, and glitter tattoos: Car accident recovery at its finest. (Taken with instagram)
Nothing to see here, just the president high-fiving an adorable little boy in a tie-dyed rainbow t-shirt.
