Joy Unconfined

I’m hungry.

That’s not from the weekend. I just am.

Hungry.

No, the weekend was eventful. It was long, and short. Short, because weekends are never long enough, especially when one is surrounded by fun people doing interesting things. It was long because it was physically demanding (who’d have thought standing and holding two bouquets during a wedding ceremony would leave me with sore forearms?), and emotionally draining (not in the bad way, but really… HOW many times can a woman go teary-eyed in a three day span? If I’d counted I’d be able to tell you.)

We did it. We got her married off and on her way, with surprisingly few roadblocks on the journey. We did our jobs. She chose the right people to be her support system throughout the experience, and I can’t believe how gratified I felt when I heard her say, “Everything, the day before and today, has either met or really exceeded my expectations.”

All brides should get to feel that way. I’m so glad my dear friend was able to.

She placed SO much importance on the significance of this event in her life… and let me tell you… girlfriend has some seriously high standards. That they have been met is truly a gift from God. (With a little help from the hard work put in by numerous friends and family.)

Marginally related topic:

I am surrounded by beautiful women.

Seriously. All my life I have been blessed to be surrounded by beautiful women.

My standard for a beautiful woman is thus: She must be intelligent. She must be creative in some way. She must be personable. She must have a care for her appearance. She must have sensitivity and compassion, with the ability to express love and understanding to those around her.

My grandmother was the best example of these qualities that make up ‘beauty’ in my eyes. She is the standard to which I will always hold every other woman I meet. I’m fortunate to have had her for as long as I did.

The COOLness is, though, that so many other women have passed through my life that exhibit all those same qualities.

It’s not that I think I attract these people, but I’m very good at recognizing them. And, you know… when I can I attach myself to them.

Sometimes I’m just astounded at how cool my chick friends are. I mean, if I wasn’t hardwired hetero, I’d probably be confused trying to choose which one to seduce.

Even cooler, I keep meeting MORE of them. Birds of a feather and all that. So my pool of potential lesbian crushes just keeps expanding.

Sucks that SOME people (who shall remain nameless) had to go and marry some dude who got, like, some REAL job or something and whisked her away to the other side of the country.

And now my OTHER heterosexual female life partner has gone and got married.

Right when I’m trying to figure out what to do with all this time I’ll have not dealing with the demands of a man.

Sighing is.

Of course… I COULD spend it doing my homework.

Nah.

I need to put away these Mint Newman-Os, though. I can’t afford to buy new clothes for expanding me.

Today’s iced tea bottlecap quote isn’t very interesting.

“Success without honor is an unseasoned dish; it will satisfy your hunger, but it won’t taste good.” – Joe Paterno

So? Since when do things have to taste good, if they serve their purpose? Getting what I WANT is what tastes good. (Uhoh, did I just reveal a character flaw?)

Time for thought redirection to avoid the uncomfortable introspective self-examination thingy deal.

LOOKY LOOKY! Pretty sparkly things!

As Oscar Wilde supposedly said, “I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.”

Now I just have to figure out how to make the most money with the least possible effort. (Besides doing bad internet porn for HNGs.)

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