- i started getting dizzy about a hundred feet up -

lskdjfal;jfsa.

...okay, it just felt like a keysmash moment. Some days, I need that to get started.

It's been a good weekend - a busy weekend, not quite the weekend I expected (but then again, is it ever?)

I'd forgotten how much fun it could be to be one of the guys. Hijinks and taxi rides and dance contests and taking a picture with Mito's finest. Entirely voluntary, and no, there was no trouble had. ^_~

Not to mention that at one point in the evening we were dancing the Macarena in Japan, what (but so glad that we did) and walking back on the knife-edge of dawn - stories woven and remembered as we stumbled and danced along. Tequila shots and tacky strobe lights. Being hit on while wearing a costume. Not wearing a costume. Swing-spinning with a grin 'til I could barely stand one second; switching hips and being very not one-of-the-guys the next - being sister and curio and storyteller and friend, often in the same moment.

I've been using this snapshot-y style above a lot in recent entries; sorry it's so snippety, but my memory seems to work best that way... plus, nobody's here to read an epic.

Still, to think that that was only the latter half of the evening; I don't think anyone (the staff of the bowling alley not least!) will forget in the near future the sight of thirty-odd JETs descending on the lanes guised as go-go girls and superheroes and personas from dreams and nightmares and music videos. I never actually got around to the bowling part, but it was a fantastic chance to catch up with everyone and take some truly awesome purikura pictures... I think we might have broken the machine with our showstopping gorgeousness. Or it could just have been the purple tights.

Hahaha, purple tights. Now those were epic.

And then add shopping and ramen and blooms on my orchid and driving adventures and letters from home and thoughtful friends and new posters for my wall and a pretty dress for Malaysia -- to which I depart in SIX DAYS! -- wow. Yeah. Good times.

Take care and rock on, everyone. ♥

And because this song kind of begged to be shared:



i made claypaper wings, think they'll carry me a while
i left you a love poem, the best that i've written
my favorite words were the ones i couldn't spell

they say that i'm a lunatic, they say that i'm full of it
i say that it's worth dreaming just for the dream of it
it's all about passion it's all about perception
(don't call me on my cell phone 'cause there ain't no reception)

- journey of the featherless - cloud cult
holy man, I love this song right now. ♥ go. listen. now!