I'm at the beach. I could die of happiness. All my closest friends are here and are in good spirits. Aside from a little too much indulgence of some fancy Italian liqueur RHG shared, I feel good. I love the beach, with its salty wetness and big wind and cold, cold nights.
I had a dream last night, another dream about meeting God here. I kept hearing his horrible whisperings in my head, and I think I kept Mr. J up with my rambling mutterings about the voice of ocean, but aside from all that I'm having a great time.
I'm not ready for it to end, but I suppose it must.