The night began at Joy and Chris's new apartment. The plan was simple: we all didn't have anything to do the next morning so why not toast the night away with friends. It felt nice being around the people who felt like my home away from home, away from home. No one brought up the fact that they hadn't seen my in a long time, which, was a shock. I had gotten so used to being put on guilt trips about it that I had almost gotten used to being isolated from them. But I'm human and we need other human interactions to feel normal. I actually had a great time. Joy and I teamed up for a round of beer pong that lasted longer than any round should only because we kept stopping to plot our win than actually playing. Needless to say, we got our ass's handed to us by the guys, but gave it a classy effort that only Joy and I could provide. I had two cocktails, one made by my friend Maritza a.k.a. "Ritz" which had the perfect balance of lime vodka and soda. What made it even more bad ass was that it was stirred and not shaken by a knife. The next one was made by my friend Ashley and it was made tad stronger than I preferred being more actual liquor than soda. Knowing that if I had a third nothing good would come from it I just stuck to beer for the rest of the night. I was proud of myself in a way. The old Ben would have kept grabbing drinks stronger than the next, but I put my cup down. I actually put my cup down.
As the night wound down I noticed I was grabbing the hand of someone familiar, Mr. V. There was no doubt about it there was definitely an emotional tie there that I needed to acknowledge. I felt bad for the way I had treated him during our history together. So I pulled him aside and apologized. He said I didn't have to, but I reminded him that I needed to. When everyone started heading home we ended up outside of the apartment where I proceeded to talk his ear off about everything under the sun and moon. Our bodies were entangled with each other against the apartment building. It felt nice feeling the embrace of another warm body against mine. It made me feel like I could put my defenses down for once and allow myself to check out of my ever so tiring life of constant battling. One thing I couldn't stop doing was staring at the moon. Something about that lovely silver orb had my attention the entire time we were talking. I felt like in some weird cosmic way it was guiding my actions. It sounds crazy, but if the moon controls the tide and the human body is 70% water, why not, right? I didn't know what kind of domino effect would come from my actions that night but I wasn't going to worry about it. I am a flower child so I was going to let nature decide where were supposed to go from there and I was going to let the light of the moon lead the way.
If only the next morning was as pleasant as the night before. I had my nephews birthday party to attend as well as set up for. I woke up in a panic because I woke up late past the time I was supposed to meet everyone to set up. I jumped out of bed only to feel exhaustion and dehydration hit my body. I felt like someone had thrown me in front of a bus. I scrambled madly looking for aspirin, water, my phone, turning on the shower, tearing off my clothes from the night before, finding something to wear to the party, sunscreen and somewhere in between all that I was texting everyone from my sister to friends. I managed to be ready in half an hour with enough time to grab a protein shake on the way out. Showing up with enough time to finish setting up we were ready to celebrate part two of my nephew's birthday. I didn't know any other one-year-old who had two pinata's, three cakes and seventy-five cupcakes at their party, but then again, I never had a nephew either so maybe there really was a first time for everything. He had a jungle theme which suited him perfectly seeing how we call him our "little monkey". I did my best to help out and video taped the party catching every party game and yes, even the cake fight. To end the day, I went around and tried to get all the guests give a cute birthday message. Too bad that it kind of flopped seeing how barely anyone wanted to participate. But ill will feelings aside, we all had a great day. A long, exhausting, fun day. You only turn one once, right? Four hours of loud, sugar laced kids was more than enough for one day for me. When my sister puts her mind to something an even bigger final product will manifest from it. I voted next year we take him to McDonalds . . . through the drive-thru.
All in all, another successful weekend. I'm happy :)
Xoxo.
B.
Sounds like you had a good time!
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