Last Night
Partying with just the family and not the family and half of Los Angeles turned into a complete disaster. I’d had a lot of whiskey and bb held my hand and walked me home so that I could sleep. BB went back and caused a SHIT TON of controversy and upset my darlings who came home at around 2am, woke me up and told me what happened. Lots of feelings from the past were conjured up. I ended up hyperventilating on my balcony (in my lingerie, no doubt) and the girls and I were so upset and disappointed that we decided to just all pile on the sofa bed and sleep there.
We’re a little less mad/upset this morning and I’ve been playing mediator. It’s easier for I and my other darling to handle what happened and get over it because we’re older and understand that there isn’t any room for grudges when you’re working with such a close knit group for the next 8 months. Plus, we all love each other so much that not forgiving someone just seems really farfetched.
My superboy called and I woke up too drunk to even tell him what happened.
One night, we will all be able to go out and have a fun, low-key time together without major drama. Or maybe not.
