out of ash I rise with red hair and eat men like air.

3/8/10-
Their bones showed and the moon smiled.

Beards. That's what's on my mind. Beautiful bountiful beards. One in specific. A Samuel Beam-esque beard by the name of Chad. He is attractive on all accounts. Judges? Three thumbs up. I see him around town.. always a little intimidated. Sit next to him at the bar. Introduction. Two hours later, we hope to see each other this weekend. It was one of those conversations that sticks in your head for hours, then days.

Friday, 3/9/10 -
You're into train fucking?! You're kiddin' me!

Tequila at 5pm. Sunshine sunshine sunshine, Jared, Leah, Julia, Ashlee, Kacey, Mike, myself. We a find a new free king mattress. We carry it the block and a half, up the stairs onto the porch. Picture it. Yes, ridiculously awesome. All evening, on the bed, drinks drinks drinks, sunshine until we can't have anymore. Julia's working the door at the bar-we cannot spend the entire eve together. Bonfire. Lame bones. Lame bar. Fat people staring. Unhappy on all accounts. Haymarket. Even lamer. But this time in the aspect of not only a shitty band but I come to the realization I may be starting to miss the excitement of those one night stands. And not just necessarily the sex but the downright adrenalin and mystery of it all. I suppose without them I still have great stories. At one point, very drunk, I look at Jase and say "this is it, isn't it?" He says, wow, you've finally realized it. So we leave hand in hand, hearts in throats. Cuddle, food, talk talk talk. Old boyfriends, old feelings, old everything. Hit the mattress for some more mattress cuddling under the stars. Julia comes home. Three blind mice cuddling in a porch mattress. 3, 4am? Sleep? Almost. Just barely drifting off. Footsteps up the stairs. Could be any friendly hoodlum - scary, but not alarming. Oh wait, it's Mike. And a COP. A fucking cop walking up to see three people snuggling on a mattress. He must have been quite shocked. Probably not as shocked to have to come the scene of a domestic report of two gay men. Yes, Mike and his "ex"-boyfriend Jeremiah. Jeremiah, adorable, tiny, bearded. Mike, robust, lip ring, loud. Almost two years of dating under their belts, they get into a brawl. Apparently a brawl with Jeremiah being the agressor, Mike's head on the ground, blah blah. I say "blah blah" not because it's not important but in the fact it's two gay men fighting. You can clearly understand what probably happened. Which is pretty fucking hilarious. So, the cop takes Mike to our house because he lives out of town and cannot drive. So the fact he came to our house at 4am is definitely ok. The fact he came to our house at 4am with a cop NOT ok. There's so much pot in our house. I am a criminal. Mike is crying. We are trying to console, but we are clearly on our way to cashed out town and barely have the attention span to listen. Jase does however tell the cop it is a wonderful night to sleep outside before leaving. J, you are so stupid cute. Mike piles on the bed. Four monkeys rooted in as the birds start chirping. Julia and Jase are out like bandits, they realize they need sleep inside. I wake up to Mike's snoring at the arousing time of 8am. Birds galore. Fucking birds galore. They sing so sweet that I want to kill them. I want to twist off each of their heads. But the mattress is too comfortable. We're talking hellafied remix soft. No back pain, no problem. So we sleep until 11. I wake up to a scorching sun and Leah and Jared snuggling me. Reason #453 why I love these people.

Jase says he saw Chad at the bar. I however did not. And I was wearing a damn good outfit.

3/10/10 -
Chins up, trousers down.

Mattress in, everyone wake! Onto hangover central and a lunch to reunite our souls with Julia's olive Jenna. Oh my lanta is she a peanut. I mean down the T and precious little beautiful peanut. Julia did well. She's gorgeous. TJ and Brandy are amazing. Absolutely great people. She is loved. I'm so happy for Julia when I saw them. It was the closure maybe I needed on the situation? I guess I feel a little protective over that baby considering she came from my baby. And to see her loved, cared for and happy made me conceptualize it in an immensely needed way. Hard to explain. Hard for anyone to explain. Sigh. Now it's 4pm. Everybody officially has a haircut by nonny and is working hard to do their part in the workforce. Well, Leah's sleeping. Which I shall do now as well. Cave party tonight. I do not feel like drinking. But it's in a fucking cave. And that's too cool to even start to talk about. I hope to have beard all up in my shit. Hair for days.