is it friday yet?

I had a good weekend. No... I had a GREAT weekend.

Saturday night, a very good friend hosted a cocktail party. This friend (we'll call him Leon) recently moved into a beautiful apartment (in a not so good area, mind you). And what are you supposed to do when you move into a new apartment? Have a party, of course. This wasn't just any party however--this was a Soviet themed party. Mixed in with the wall art and hand-made pillow covers and a frosted corner bar, was a plethora of Soviet propaganda. For those who know Leon, this was only appropriate.

This cocktail party consisted of Leon's good friends and he provided a number of Soviet-themed drinks. (He can make QUITE the White Russian). Three of our mutual friends decided that it was only appropriate to come in costume to this Red-themed party. And what did they dress as? Fascists! Brown shirts, red arm bands, and mustaches completed this look. As for everyone else, they came dressed in the best. All the ladies wore black cocktail dresses and the gentlemen looked dashing in dress shirts and ties. Sister 2's boyfriend provided Soviet themed music and everyone mingled about in the style of Lenin and Trotsky. At a certain point, the group of 15 or so moved from Leon's party to a local bar where more drinking and dancing commenced. A very good night indeed.

My Sunday consisted of sleeping in and cuddles, followed by semi-napping at the beach (I am SO tan, by the way). After a hearty dinner of Thai, an evening in a friend's pool/hot tub closed out the weekend.

I had been worried that seeing a new couple together for the first time would bother me a bit. I was afraid of this simply because my relationship with the boy had its ups and downs. But seeing them on Saturday night went better than expected. Even seeing them kiss didn't give me the butterflies. Maybe that was because I realized that my feelings were nothing more than friendship. Sure I was a little hurt, but I am a different person than I was a year ago. Being spiteful only makes you look bad. Besides, I had a cute boy of my own and I came to the realization that I like him more than I was admitting. I'm happy with where things are progressing and I'm happy that my relationship with boy #1 is finally settled in its rightful place. And I'm looking forward to seeing where my relationship with boy #2 goes. I'm in a very good place right now. :)

I'm already anxious for this week to be over so I can enjoy this coming weekend. I don't have plans, but if the past weekends are any indication, it's going to be a good one.