Love, Laughter, and the Pursuit of New Fashion

Well contradicting my last post entirely... I've decided and made known to those living around me that all I want for my birthday, all I really want, is a party. I want a night out of fun with all of my new city friends with a few old ones thrown into the mix. And flowers. I want flowers. But mainly I want a party to celebrate your's truly.

With this decision however, comes the task of finding new clothing to wear to such an event. I've already started talking it up, in true Classy style, so I have to now find something fantastic to wear out for the festivities taking place. What does this mean? SHOPPING!

You guessed it! And this is the way I've laid it out for myself... I'm in a new city away from the majority of my friends for the first time on a birthday. I'm also in a new job where I'm making more money than I've ever made on previous birthdays. I'm also celebrating downtown with a group of people and Mr. Perfect. This means... "it's my birthday present to me! I'm so happy!" Splurging every now and again for yourself can't be too terrible for you. Right? Right.

I'll let you know how it goes. I've gone round one with no success.. Nothing catchy enough. But never fear, I will not give up. I suppose that round two of this mission will take place this weekend in between scheduled nothingness. I'm looking foward to it. I believe Diva and maybe even Ditzy might be joining me at least on Saturday. It will be the first time that dear Ditzy has come out this way... could be interesting. Could be painful. We'll see.

Don't worry Roxie, I'll be missing you. Plenty.

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...

Rejuvenated?

There they are. They've made an appearance. If you don't like the Sex and the City cliche, you might as well move to another blog because I find a lot of solace and wisdom from Ms. Carrie Bradshaw and her witty friends. 

All of that aside however, this picture perfectly describes how I felt Sunday night when on a brief visit to my hometown, I was able to catch up and drink up with a few of my favorite people. I was able to convince Roxie to come home for a few days as well, as it is a central location from our current addresses. So the two of us ventured out with the Diva (an old lifelong friend who continues to live down the street from my parents for the time being), Ditzy (another old friend who you would find fits this nickname perfectly), and Mr. Perfect. Why he put up with this venture, I'll never know, because it was a very late night and a very expensive bar tab later that I felt truly happy at home once again with my girlfriends. 

We did two rounds of girly shots, topped off with rum and cokes and cokes and rum and rum and cokes etc. etc... Unfortunately enough, because Mr. Perfect was at the table for the majority of the evening, no free cocktails were supplied.. therefore, moi expensive tab at the end of this madness. Not that money should really matter at all when you're out with your friends. I'd do it all over again. Without hesitation.

After a weekend spent with Mr. Perfect's friends at the wedding of the season, it was nice to have a relaxing night out with favorites where I felt like there was zero need to try and impress anyone in my immediate company. It's really hard starting over. I don't feel the need to impress everyone I come into contact with, but you're still on your toes all of the time. Yes? Am I the only one? 

Anyway, my alma mater's classes begin again next week and for the first time, I'm not there. I'm not there for the first parties of the year, the relaxing afternoons on the couch avoiding studies with my closest friends, the days of nothing that mean everything... you get me.  As you can promptly tell, I have mixed feelings about this. The first feeling is envy for those going back to the comfort of college life. The second feeling is sadness that I'm missing out on so much of what I have known and so many whom I have loved for so long. The third feeling is more of an awkward feeling.. not really one I fully understand all the time. I'm happy to be in a new part of my life. A new chapter. I want to be happy about this all the time... But the more you get to know me, the more you find I don't deal well with change. Especially drastic change. And this summer has been pretty drastic. But I'm working on getting through it all. We'll see how it goes.. This is me. Dealing with it. 

All in all, I feel that is enough reflecting for the time being. It was a good weekend. Very well spent with the closest thing I have to a "New York- S.A.T.C" group of girlfriends on a random late Sunday night. I find it's those random nights that turn into the best of nights... and those alone can keep me going no  matter how many changes occur around me.