happiness is a cowboy cocksucker

Things couldn't have worked out better in dreams; I'm having the most amazing time here.

Because giddiness is not exactly condusive to coherency... a list is in order.

Bad:

I reached my "final destination" a whopping 7+ hours after I was originally supposed to due to much plane madness that included a cancelled flight, a flight that was delayed 2 hours, and a connection flight that was missed in Chicago because of the delayed flight.

Good:

Trenton has awesome friends that made THREE trips to the airport, each time thinking I would be there, only to find that I was going to be a few hours more. And they didn't hate me for it. Yay. :)

Everything else that is GREAT:

Nice weather. Echo. Eating at places they don't have on the East Coast. Cream Soda. The queen sized bed. Laying in the queen sized bed for hours a day, talking and being pervs. Bars where the level of your femmeness is proportional to the length of your mullet. Bars where they think I'm 21 even after looking at my ID (only 2 days left), and they serve me Cowboy Cocksuckers in plastic test tubes at a dollar a pop. A boyfriend who is nice to me ALL the time and treats me amazingly. Hot sex.

And.

Being slapped in the face during that hot sex. Yay for new beginnings!!!

I'll be back to post again, post-bliss.

xoxo