I’m just going to say it, even if it sounds like bragging: I have amazing friends. And they do amazing things, and I’m the lucky one who gets to tag along. I’m always humbled by their company. A good a-humbling is an important part of a balanced personality, and weekends like the one I’ve just had remind me of how lucky I am to be surrounded by such people.
I did my silly dancing to my favourite band, The Orchid Highway. And I did my completely non-silly swooning along to my favourite song of theirs, which was penned on the very patio I now call (part of) home. What’s more romantic than a serenade?
Nothing. Except, possibly, carrying guitars up six flights of stairs at around 3 in the morning and then sleeping in super-late the next morning no matter how much the cat wants you to wake up.
I also rode bikes with my favourite boy (who is not a cat), and I visited with birthday people and their amazing birthday keg, and I bellowed the word BORING more times than I could keep track of. I could easily recount how BORING became a thing, and it would probably ease a lot of Facebook-comment confusion and bruised feelings, but I shall not. I don’t ask you about your in-jokes. I may ask you about your out-jokes, though, so have them ready.
It’s been a bit of a slow burn in some aspects, but 2012 has been a stellar year so far, and since we’re more than halfway through it I’m bound to get to 2013 with at least a C+, even if everything tanks the moment I hit “Publish” (behold! the power of blogging!). As long as weekends like these keep coming, I won’t even look at the proverbial report card.
This bodes well.