August 6th, 2002

flutterby

Caribana, baybee.

Caribana was a blast! The parades... the costumes... the music... I'll definitely do it again. Perhaps next time I'll even get to see the parades, the costumes and the music! (Wait-- see the music? Oh, nevermind.)

As it was, I merely got to spend a lovely long weekend snuggling with beautiful women (and watching more television than I have in the last six months combined) and meeting and hugging people I love. (oh, poor me. cue the violins, please).

Too tired to explain. There are a bazillion pictures behind the lj-cut below. I've kept them small so they don't overwhelm you. There are short blurbs if you hover over the photos. This isn't all of 'em, but it's enough, I think ;)

Eleven beautiful women, one bathroom, nobody died.

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And that's the end.


I'm thoroughly exhausted. Belated birthday wishes to two very dear friends will have to wait until I'm conscious again. And if anybody posted anything important this weekend, just know I'm outta the loop. There's no going back (500+ entries) now.

I hope your weekend was as beautiful as mine :) Goodnight!
  • Current Mood
    EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
rubbah and horns

le sigh.

Closing? On your house? Tomorrow? I think someone would have told me if we were closing tomorrow. I'll look into that and call you back!
--Ldy's realtor, 2+ hours ago

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--Ldy
  • Current Mood
    no more waiting must eat lunch
flutterby

no house, no sleep, no clothes

Well. Looks like the closing is not until next week. Or whenever. I don't know. ;P

I came home and zonked for two hours. I dreamt, I think, about every single one of you. Wow, that was freaky. A long series of twenty-minute dreams.

I'm going to be naughty and go to karaoke.

...I'm tempted to see if I have anything to wear that will go with the butterfly pants.

Addendum: The bodacious tatas shirt does go with the butterfly pants. I am clothed (barely). Away with me.
  • Current Music
    Smartguardian not liking my inconsistent voltage.