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2003-07-21 - 11:23 a.m. This entry coming to you from my new-to-me Aptiva. It's pretty, even if the proocessor is 200mhz. They're younger gerbils than the laptop. They might even be hamsters. And the hamster wheel isn't as rusty either. Oh ... how was the party you ask? You should have been there! It was better than I expected. Family showed up at 1 and left by 6 (after seeing the copious amounts of chocolate pudding, my mother asked "do I really want to know?" I said "Nope. You don't." When they left, they offered to take my son and bring him back on Sunday. Perfect! Thanks mom!) Guy came to mow the lawn around 6:30. We moved the chairs so he could mow and invited him back for later. He came back bearing marinated pork and some bottles of home brew. Nice guy. The upstairs neighbors invited people for after 10pm, including some live music. So we had live music until 4am. And the cops never showed up (people were amazed at that one - I told you, my neighbors risk being deported if they call the cops - I wasn't kidding) so no noise violations. They also brought 2 more kegs (which reminds me, I have to return the tap today). And alex brough a keg of home brew - English mild if I remember correctly. Far far far too much food. Citronella helped with the bug situation. And some of my favorite people - I have such great friends! The puding wrestling went splashingly well. The guys about went nuts when we started kissing each other, but the upstairs neighbors' friends didn't know we were bisexual. The naked drunk 18 year old girl in my kitchen was, um, interesting, but scary at the same time. Hey boyfriend was outside playing the guitar and apparently someone had been feeding her shots of Black Haus. It was a great night and a great party, and I'm still recovering. No, no hangover. Has nothing to do with alcohol. I got a little happy, but was amazingly sober for the most of it. My calves are really stiff and sore. Must've been from bracing my feet against the sides of the kiddie pool for pudding wrestling. But two days later and they still hurt. Alot. I spent from 12:30pm to 7pm yesterday cleaning up. Trash day was today so all of it had to be bagged and sorted and taken out to the curb last night. The upstairs neighbors were bringing more ice to finish the third keg and they sat there and watched me clean for a few hours. Lovely. I had a beer and a cigarette and kept on working. The backyard is clean. The kitchen floor is mostly clean. The garbage has been picked up. I am exhausted. I love parties but they take a lot out of me. My parents brough my son home around 6:30pm yesterday (they had mercy on me and didn't even call until 3pm). I hadn't realized that my two dildos were out on the counter. My father picked up the huge red one, looked at me, raised an eyebrow, smiled, shook his head, and put it back down. Mom just put her hands in the air with a smile. They've really mellowed over the past few years. Called out of work today when I put my feet on the floor and my legs almost buckled. I need a masseuse. Have my son home with me too. He's going to be put in for a nap soon. I might take one too. But I am a happy girl.
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