Spent most of the weekend attending different weddings of family and friends.
Ended Sunday by visiting two friends and their baby, an evening filled with a lot of conversation catching up on the last two weeks and Mexican food together at a restaurant near their home.
The first breath of Autumn cool blows in this morning with thunder storms. The lightning even invaded my dreams.
Last night I dreamed of being romanced by beautiful men while on a trip accompanying my mother and her friends. To compare the dream to a TV sitcom, imagine Greg (myself) being pursued by Dharma (fun, creative men) while traveling with Kitty and her set.
Purple Punk Rocker from Atlanta, Georgia. Now just a faded Goth Ghost in High Point, North Carolina. Missing my old haunts while looking for a new one.
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