anatomy of the weekend that is making me smile like an idiot despite being sick as a dog

gorgeous, gorgeous weather.

shindig friday for a newly returned; despite the fact i played the mute, it was wonderful. so many of my friends all in one place on a gorgeous summer evening.

horrid show saturday (horrid!), but in a beautiful garden with the boy, two of my best and brightest, and a newly resurfaced mystery guest. and a lecherous old man who sang pirate songs at me to boy's eternal amusement.

beautiful saturday night in the park, listening to nick cave, rufus wainwright and many others croon the tunes of leonard cohen. perfect weather. lovely view. only two bugbites.

port wine. music.

brunch outdoors and confessions that my company is far preferable to solitudinous writing on a day such as today and would i mind some company?

tea and crackers and hugs and films and raspberry beer.

calls from the pride parade that my throbbing head forbade me to attend from two of my favoritest because they missed having their favorite hag to share it with.

and the ipod. let's not forget the ipod.

if i weren't horribly ill, i think my head might explode from pure joy.