The Annual Goth Picnic at Oakland Cemetery was awesome. The beautiful weather made for a very long picnic this year and nearly everyone stayed til it was dark. Some people were there a bit after sundown, still cleaning up and talking with friends they'd not spent time with in a while.
In the absence of Kisa Bastet, I brought coffee this year, which was hardly touched. Previous, much colder picnic days have seen a lot of coffee and hot beverage consumption. This year, there was more wine and beer consumed - which also led to more painful Mondays this year. One housemate in particular could not rationalize how he got so drunk by the end of the day when I drove him home, where he crawled into bed and I went back out to join the Gillimonster and her inebriated hubby for dinner.
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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