birthdays, meh.

lets talk about bachelorettes and babies and marriage instead. really.

i went to MN this weekend for a bachelorette party. one of my college roommies is getting married. of the 5 that i count as my roommates, 2 are married with children. 1 is on the way to being married (hence the party), 1 just bought a house and a dog with her boyfriend. and the last one is single and straight. and then there's me. i don't quite fit in. never have, but thats not what this entry is about. at least not at this point.

there is something about the way we all gel that just feels so good. college could have been a whole lot harder- gay girl, tiny school, lots of crosses and priests and shit. but i always felt accepted- but more than that, appreciated. i definitely laughed so hard i cried this weekend. at least once. maybe twice. that hasn't happened in awhile. we just play off each other very well, and my most smart-ass side comes out. in full fucking force. and they love it, and i love it, and i just spent the whole weekend making snide remarks and watching people laugh. fuckin love it.

despite the constant blabber about the things that i cannot relate to- husbands, children, barking dogs, this was just the weekend i needed. ok, so i didn't need the raging hangover on sunday- i really could have done without that. but it was good to laugh. lately i haven't had that kind of connection with whatever is left of my lesbian friend circle. i've been hanging out more with some straighties- namely one of my roommates and his friends. i can't see sexuality as being a barrier to the different sides of my personality, but maybe it has to do with the past. i can't put my finger on it. but thats just how things have been.

i want to be in college again. or at least be able to wake up on the weekends and have breakfast and laugh my ass off chatting.