It’s so beautiful to see life in such vivid colors again. For too long, I’ve let myself fall into a solitary, isolated rut. After spending the weekend with such great people, though, I don’t ever want to be alone again.

I went to Brooklyn Pride on Saturday night. I fell in love with a girl, Randee, who sold me the tee shirt seen above. She is a beautiful little pixie of a girl, and I immediately fell for her. I told her “I just want to tell you that you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen” and she screamed “I wanted to tell you the same thing!” Look at her here.

I saw my old boss, Lauren, whom I haven’t seen for nearly a year. I snuck up behind her, grabbed her, bit her side, and hid for two minutes until I finally surfaced, revealing my identity. We screamed these guttural screams–GUTTURAL–and hugged for about fifteen minutes, and then spent a long time catching up. These moments are beautiful. Beautiful.

Everything has been beautiful. My new friends are the best, BEST friends in existence, even though David will call me a cheeseball when he reads that little bit of happiness. I love them immensely. I love downing a bottle of Southern Comfort and watching Family Guy and laughing hysterically and collapsing in a puddle of bodies. Besides my boy not being there for any of the good times–a major downer–everything was perfect. A perfect weekend.