||[Jun. 7th, 2004|09:42 am]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
Love, Actually came from Netflix on Friday and I watched it while I chopped veggies. It was utterly delightful and I'm going to have a hard time sending it back. I love movies with mingled stories like that. See also, Playing By Heart (and not just because Jon Stewart is sex on a stick).
I watched it again yesterday while doing the clean-up from the party.. it gets better upon longer acquaintance. Then last night I made Matt watch The Red Violin with me after he got back from fighter practice. Dinner and snuggling and good movies.
I'm not sure I want to describe the party yet. I'm just not ready for it to be words yet. Once it's words it's always those words. And I'm rather enjoying the amorphous blob of happiness and warm fuzzy that is its current form. Although I will say that sometimes the spirit catches me and my brain shuts off and I'm sorry if my authoritative gregariousness made anyone uncomfortable. Sometimes when the estrogen gets that concentrated we can be a little overwhelming.
I will say that it was the best feeling in the world to look up and realize that my house was crammed and that I couldn't see a face I didn't love.