I closed my rants with a v weird inebriated rant. Is cool.
I close my confessions now somewhat level-headed.
Overall, I had a great night.
People kept asking me if I was ok because I was riding solo or saying smile (dude I’m pensive af rn k? having a ball.)
But
wasn’t Jason Derulo’s song stating “No-one to answer to”, “No-one got that hold on you.”
So I ran in my heels where-ever I wanted (mostly towards the top) seeing whatever stage I wanted (I ended up at the band stage, no surprise on my part!, no holding a pack of people, absorbing the fireworks without a hip attachment, could stay or leave conversations with great new people (the New Zealand twins) without having to be concerned about where the rest of the gang went, danced with whoever I wanted (here’s looking at American ICU Army Medic??) wait in whatever queue I wanted for food, drank, and THINGS, go whatever place that was playing my music (Destiny’s Child – Independent Woman, Mr. Brightside, Shake It Off).
Just. Had. Fun.
The right place, the right time to let my hair down, make noise and be an pa
Despite last minute shenanigans, it all tied itself together swimmingly and before I left the house the pre-game pep talk: “Mate, buddy, champ, I’m down for whatever tonight. It’s your night and you call the shots.”
To see such a beautiful city filled with light, laughter and joy and after quite a decade I’ve had was an amazing way to wrap up 2019 and welcome 2020.
It’s gunna be good.
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