Interesting weekend. Friday night was surreal. Fun, entertaining, but a little bit surreal. Adorable kittens, some really nice people, and one very inebriated cross-dressing, coke-sniffing counselor. I can’t remember ever seeing so much powder in such a large ziplock baggie. When it puffed up all over his face, M.s. assumed it was all part of the costume. I, in all my experience partying like the ultimate, long-dead rock star, knew better. Where were these people four years ago? I would have rocked that artsy warehouse then, blown them all down with my self-destructive stupidity, been the one woman left standing after everyone had passed out. But now, way past my party phase, I was all about meeting a few cool people and getting home to play with my love before bed time. In the end, we were invited to a neighbor’s place for more surreal conversation before turning in, way after bedtime.