Labor Day Fireworks

"Ain't no rhyme or reason, no complicated meaning. Ain't no need to over think it, let go, laughing. Life don't go quite like you planned it, we try so hard to understand it. But the irrefutable, indisputable fact is: it happens."

Such profound words from such a simple song. 

This weekend was filled with many different fireworks. A wedding of two of my college colleagues that I had so been looking forward to, was, well.. awkward to say the least. Apparently, drama never ceases even when you remove yourself from everyone possibly involved for over four months. Basically, I traveled quite a ways to be ignored by some, talked to by some, talked about by some, and aggravated by most. A select few of my favorite people from the past kept me at least smiling and entertained for the evening, but I would be lying if I said my strong front wasn't pierced by the time I left for the night. 

The following evening, real fireworks were enjoyed in mass quantity in celebration of Labor Day weekend. A night out with my favorite hometown girls once again raised my spirits and my alcohol tolerance. With some wild karaoke and some fantastic drink specials, the ladies were right on target for an enjoyable evening. They never let me down. I'm so glad things do not change between those that mean the most. 

Meanwhile, words were exchanged between Rico and I that I wish I could forget. Fireworks indeed. I'm not sure what sparked it, but spark is what it did. With the way the wedding went for my self-esteem on Saturday and the way this short fuse blew out of control with Rico, along with a bit of bad family news, needless to say my relaxing long weekend wasn't as planned. However, the past is the past. As far as the wedding drama goes, I'm removed from them once again (thank God), words have been retracted and forgiven from Rico, and it basically comes down to: Shit happens. 

As the song above goes on, she sings about feeling sorry for yourself, wallowing in self-pity when things don't go as planned or as you wish they had. Unfortunately, this does no one any good. It doesn't change things, so we might as well focus on the hilarity of it all. Find the fun. And my fun stemmed from my favorite island girl keeping my focus elsewhere at the wedding and Roxie never disappointing and always entertaining me on a vacation back home for the weekend. 

Getting my act back together is what this week's goal is. Let's get on that...