coming down
Maybe it’s because Summer is over. Maybe it’s because I just saw my two of my best friends get married on Saturday. Maybe I’m PMSing. Whatever reason, I’m feeling a little nostalgic this morning. Sentimental, even.
It’s like a hangover, kinda. In fact, it might be, considering how much I drank this weekend. But it’s an emotional hangover, too. The weekend was happy! fun! eye-wellingly beautiful! and now I can’t help but have a small smile and be a little wistful.
I would wax poetic about some great tale past — you know, to commemorate the mood — but I don’t really know why “wax” is in there and I’m not particularly “poetic.” I will say, though, that spending the weekend with a buncha friends celebrating with a lot of food and drink and good conversation didn’t suck.
In my country, they say “you hit the donkey right on the head!”
maybe this’ll work, maybe it won’t: