Birthday dinner for Becca. She's 24.

I wish I'd been in a better mood. But I felt funky. Tired. Quiet. And my neck is really sore.

I had an intense late-afternoon chair massage at work. Almost deep tissue. My neck is thrashed and I mean thrashed. And the masseuse really dug in -- though he was very gentle and had a nice healing, calming, soothing quality about it. We talked a bit about my neck. Instead of 15 minutes he massaged my neck and shoulders for almost an hour. Would not take more money. Had broken a sweat by the end of it.

I was floaty afterwards. But just felt... sore. tired. cranky.

There was a party cranking at The House when we returned from dinner. It took me about an hour to warm up to it. Sometimes it's hard to adjust quickly to something you weren't expecting. Especially when you are sore and tired and cranky.

Heh.

But about an hour after getting home I joined the "older" group out on the deck and had a blast. We talked and laughed and drank some Shane C. Green wine. And watched the kids dance in The Den. They were Get Down Get Funky Bad Mammer Jammers.

And a part of me would have loved to have joined in. But there was that whole sore/tired/cranky aspect in full tilt. So, I was quite content to be on the porch laughing and laughing and laughing.

I'd forgotten how great it was just to sit and laugh and laugh and laugh with John. He and Rosemary have been together for five years now. That is amazing and great and beautiful. They are a fabulous couple. She is a goddess, hands down. And not just physically beautiful... she's like an island princess. A vision. A warm hug. Everyone should know her. John is easy going and smart and handsome and lives right. Sincere. Funny.

We were cracking ourselves up.

It was good.

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