caminante haciendo camino
life was good
2004-02-15 | 2:13 p.m.

Valentine’s Day with the girls (and one very brave man) turned out to be a lot of fun.

Rob, a district court clerk transplanted here from New York joined the otherwise all female group. Brave soul – he stoically survived a house full of single females on Valentine’s, including the requisite discussions of the relative merits of different vibrators and the penis size of past lovers. He probably deserves some sort of merit badge.

The food was good, the alcohol and chocolate plentiful, and the camaraderie refreshing.

MM, as an only child, might have been a little shell shocked at the chaos that reigns supreme at any of our gatherings. But she seemed to get used to it after a while.

Steph shocked us with her revelation that she’s dating a cop almost twice her age.

The general consensus was that, as between George Clooney and Catherine Zeta-Jones (in “Intolerable Cruelty”), we’d all rather fuck Catherine. Gods, that woman is beautiful.

The relative merits of the rabbit versus a new comer called the butterfly were thoroughly discussed. Although, since no one had tried both, it’s still unclear which contraption takes top honors.

We were amused at our divergent tastes in alcohol. I was the only wine drinker in the room. Anna’s beverage of choice was Bud Light. MM is a beer drinker, but a snobbish one. She brought her own Australian brew. The rest of the crew drank these disgustingly sweet malt beverages. But we all agreed that the chocolate covered strawberries were bite-fulls of pure ecstasy.

The little chickies had a blast, too. Four girls under the age of four ran amok, spurred on by unfettered access to sugar.

Ah, yes, good times were had by all.

At the end of the night, with the comfortable fuzziness that results from too much wine clouding the edges of my thoughts, I was able to shake the funk that had pervaded my week. Life was good. I was surrounded by the love of friends and family, both near and far.

Listening To: the pounding in my head -- too much wine last night
Reading: Sunday morning paper
Feeling: loved

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