To those that know me, I am almost never down. I’m one of those upbeat, happy people. You know, the ones that drive you crazy with their positive attitude and glass is half full drivel. Sometimes you want to punch me in the face, I am so happy. 

So after a pretty incredible unshakable upswing last week while prepping Homecoming and entertaining a very incredible woman from out of town, I was laid low by the party and the girl going away. On a scale of 1-10 of depressed, i would say it was a 3. No tears, really. But I was just a little bummed, on that verge. Now that for me is pretty big. About as bummed as I have been in a year. 

I am all about climbing out of muck. It’s kind of my thing.  It’s nice, too, when my world supports this plan. So yesterday I spent the day at my Cabin, my favorite place on Earth. I came home and dressed it up a little and went down to The Edison where my good friends at Lucent Dossier were performing (as they do every Wednesday now). As I walked up from my rockstar parking spot, Y2 was in the process of being escorted in by one of the nicest bouncers I’ve ever seen. I bypassed the line and went into my new favorite night spot in Los Angeles. Surrounded by friends and beautiful clowns I had the most amazing time. And without a doubt, it is the most brilliantly decorated space in the city. I love it there. How do I become a member? It seems as if there should be a speakeasy kind of membership. 

And they have this boiler room. They ahve made it into this tea room. Last week Erin was in there giving handmade  chocolate and tea. This week, it was the dead letter office. Very official and perfect. So as we filled out the proper forms and our signatures were stamped in triplicate, she gave me my lost letter. I somehow knew it was a love letter. That’s what I really needed that night. 

My Peach, 

I love you so. Let me count the ways. 

 

1. Your kind heart. 
2. Your wicked sense of humor. 
3. Your generous nature. 
4. Your dashing good looks. 
5. Your sharp taste in clothing. 
6. Your ability to love unconditionally. 

 

 Please be my Valentine. <3

XOXOX

Buttercup

How did this Buttercup know?  A perfect missive really. Thank you Erin, Dana and Lucent Dossier. You got me out of my funk with a little play.  I think I am going to frame it. 

I finished the night off by getting Wolfie a little loopy from an Absinthe healing potion (red bottles are always healing) and then wandered off to Fred 62 for a late night conversation about economic collapse, bug-out bags together, how a $700 billion bailout will cause massive inflation, what kind of bullets to buy, getting out of the throwing underground party business, investing in silver coins because they are most portable, predicting when and if things will get really bad,  and general practical guy shit.  Godsdamn, I love that guy. A truer friend, I have never known. 

I love my life. It is so ridiculous. I can’t even be miserable for a whole week. It’s silly.