Saturday: Extra post. Wednesday fliers: Summer Bender 2: Bank DANCE Party

Reading this time capsule from a year ago makes me feel all sorts of strange emotions. My, how that break up fluctuated. I of course still feel some residue of it in my heart, of course I still feel that raging "But why!" but it's much more subdued. What to think of the girl from one year ago who had been cast out unknowing of the fate that would befall her? To be honest, as I vividly recall that bedroom in the apartment across the street and the time I spent there, I am slightly jealous of her, slightly jealous of the turmoil she is about to encounter, the anguish, the depression, the desperation, the rebound sex, the binges, the wonder, the innocence, the optimism.... She was so much younger and so much still a child.

Now I've a year between me and her, and what a year it's been. A year from now I will look back at myself today and will probably reflect similarly on my strange journey. It's interesting that I have this archive of myself. It's an art piece in itself.

I might do this tonight, but only if I can wrangle up some pals to come with me! (Click on the flier!)