there was dancing.
there was hot sex.
there were crushes.
and kissing boys.
there was laughing and napping and cuddling.
I got to know old friends even better. I made new friends I already treasure.
I met a sweet blond reader (sorry I was so spacey - uh, go figure)
...and for the first time ever, I drove home from White Party alone - just me, my music, my memories.
wiped. a little emotional. and needing a shower.
i think i realized this weekend that I really like myself, and maybe started seeing what others see in me.