On Friday I knew that this long weekend was going to be… big?  Special?  A change?  I’m not sure what I thought it was going to be, but I knew that something was going to happen.  And lots did, most of which was unexpected.  I started the weekend thinking that I would be able to figure some things out.  I finished with lots of memories, and the realization that I’m not going to be able to figure any of this out through the pure power of thought.  I’d call that a change.

Another night closing down the pub.
Driving in the worst rain and flooding I’ve seen in Phoenix in years.
Being worried sick about the boy who gets pissy when I worry sick.
Not writing, even though I owe a Month in Review post, and I actually want to write about the trip before it fades from memory.
Continuing to be unable to accept people complimenting my writing.
Being invited to have badger sex.  (WTF?)
Having a hellish nightmare about someone stealing my phone number.
Being reminded that girls do not trust me.
Kissing that boy that I know better than to be kissing.
Going to a bar to meet a boy I haven’t seen in over a year.
Presents from the boy who was in the city that I love.
“I love you” from an unexpected boy.
My nephew walking in on me throwing up.
Continuing to throw up well into his third birthday party.
Adding another drink to the list of things that should never pass my lips.  (So far the list is Screwdrivers, Red Bull, and the newest addition – Irish Car Bombs.)
Having a day of beauty with my sister, including doing each other’s nails, her cutting my hair (Oh yes!  I did it!) and facials.  Oh, and also cleaning out our fridge/freezer because we are disgusting.
Falling asleep at 11 pm on a weekend.
Driving around town listening to Reel Big Fish and feeling like I’m 16 again.
Deciding to go on what my other sister calls a “sabbatical” because I’m spending too much time thinking about boys in direct defiance of the fact that I’m not 16 anymore.