Drag races and fierceness

I must say that this was one of the more enjoyable weekends I've had in awhile. In short, the past two days have consisted of friends new and old, cookies, a successful party, and Cedar Point.

So now for the details of said wonderful things.

This past Friday commenced with a gathering of everyone Liz and I could muster up for some tasty libations and good times at our place. As far as I can tell, good times were had by all, as the dynamic of those who joined us varied greatly throughout the night. Bucket o' blood orange margaritas did assist in the process of everything. The variety of empties speak for themselves, really. I think I saw everything from Fourloko to forties of Bud light. Some of Liz's friends brought cupcakes and cookies as well. Winning.

I was fortunate enough to have some of my lady friends from old IU, Matt and Mario, visit for the party and Cedar Point as well. Because HOLY CRAP CEDAR POINT.

Literally, wait lines were roughly fifteen minutes for EVERYTHING. Even for RuPaul's Top Thrill Dragster Race. Holy butt-monkeys, Batman. That bitch goes from zero to face-lift in 3.8 seconds. And then you go 420 feet in the air, vertically. And what goes up must come down, (violently and vertically.) I didn't regain control of my hands for about a minute afterwards. Dear Ru the glory that was this ride. Every ride we got on was just glorious, really. Even the lame inside coaster was made all the better by random workers recognizing my RuPaul-face shirt. He demanded a picture with me. Winning, hon-ties.

Waiting in line for Millennium Force was worth it as well, because, by complete happenstance, a percussion friend from IU got into the line just a few people back.

"Oh my god, J.J.?!"

"Ohmuhguh HAY GIRL!!!"

Oh Hannah. How I miss you and everyone else at IU. Miss you dearly. We caught up as the line progressed, and we happened to be on the same train for the ride. It's the little things like this that make me smile.

Our exit of the park was made complete by a wonderful experience of disturbing the clusters of seagulls as we drove out. Alfred Hitchcock would have been proud. It was the cheapest and most wonderful entertainment of the entire park, really.

Naturally ice cream was in order after this most wonderful day, and only a twisty-cone of great glory could sate me. And that it did.

Life is good.

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xoxo

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