mi casa es...

fiesta sangria bottles of wine glunk glunk glu' various potions and liqueurs squirt of lime and guava melon pinapple ker-plunk splash. think i had over twenty three mini martini glasses full. not to mention drinking in afternoon with linds at the old vic fish'n'chips. coincidently running into two friends at our third friend's place of work, five of us coming from separate missions. awkward encounter, blush, drunk, blush, hug, depart. trying to make peace in my mind. The house was lit by candles throughout, white flying curtains, champaine flutes with rice and mi casa never looked so beautiful, so warm. such a different perspective rolling joints at midnight in the hallway on the floor. i gave the yellow chickadee pinata an amazing thwack, hope cory didnt snap that one. yellow dresses, gold masks, masquerede. so natural, so fun, so loving. a cigar in the fog, missing pur precious four seasons, the wimpy mild west we love. fell into bed stoned the sound of strangers playing my newly tuned guitar cat who threw up sleeping on pile of laundry.