So everyone and their grandmothers (mine, at least, who kept trying to pray over me while I was on the phone talking to people about said cryptic important things when she visited) wants to know what went down, but alas I am shifty and a horrible person so the public will know no such thing. I mean, Christ, people from school read this so obviously I want
everyone to know about my sexcapades ahaha I'm just being really obnoxious and milking this for what it's worth, aren't I? But find me on MSN (aestival@gmail.com) and I might tell you, since it's only the best thing that's ever happened to me, in all seriousness, and I'll be taking a while to deal with the onslaught of reality and it's banality oh dear god what am I going to do. But anyway, here's what Friday was like, with pictures.

( Hot damn, they don't make them like that over here! )

Yesterday was seven sorts of magical, but no one's going to believe me because that sort of thing doesn't actually happen in real life, and besides it's a little embarrassing anyway - it's not really the sort of thing you would want on a public entry, ooh isn't this scandalous? And that's all I'm saying about it, except it was the sort of thing that you wouldn't believe in a movie and especially not in your life, the sort of thing that is soundtracked perfectly and everything is just so unbelievably in place.