11:16pm
LaNita & Cameleon. Anthony & Jaime. Jennifer w/Jay. Jenn w/Nodgie(sp?). Chris. Mario. Zack. Jeremy along for the experience. These were the people moving in and out of the night at The Mayan and beyond as we watched Paul Van Dyk in the early hours of this morning.

I spent the better part of Sunday placing myself in a good state of mind. No easy feat with the current living situation. I awoke and took an extra long, hot shower; stretching & singing. (okay, humming mostly) I made hot, earl grey tea and sipped it with my homemade egg & cheese burritos. Soothing music from the downloads, and an afternoon of "catch-up" conversations with friends online.

Dance pants...the most comfortable pair of "raver" pants I have ever had. Light. Airy. My "on-sale" orange Diesel shoes. White tank top & XY pullover gray sweat shirt. I'm out the door and driving to Los Angeles to meet the Jenn's.

The entire drive up to LA I was thinking about how the night might be. Inside I had this sense of that everything would be wonderful. I had worked hard to clear my mind of my feelings for Randy. Not just lingering feelings of love, but more so of anger; it's been increasing due to the insensitivity of late. (Conversations with the new b/f on the phone in front of me.)

I'm going to post this much and then continue after midnight with the rest of the night.