Park Jam,

I don’t know if I have ever really experienced such an amazing event in Long Beach like you.

The whole day, I kept changing my mind on whether or not I was going to go, and though I feel terrible about this, it was because of gas. I figured by the time I was ready everyone was going to be there, and I didn’t want to have anyone go out of there way to come get me.

When I got home from my morning in San Pedro with my dad, I went and made a Lemon cake with Vanilla frosting, something I figured that would be easy to transport, eat, and people would like it.

To make this short, and simple… Spent the afternoon and night with some amazing people, ate good food, played volley ball and soccer… Uhh, played some chess, listened to good music, drank some good wine and danced with everyone. Got hint of wine influenced feelings.

Then I ended my night with a hookah and friends.

Amazing Sunday. Park Jam… Thank you for everything. At one point, I think I forgot all my problems and tensions, let alone my reservations.

Still worn out,
Kayla

Sunday afternoon,

If I had written this earlier, I could have written this as “Sunday morning,” and started with Maroon 5 lyrics.  ‘Cause well…  I really like that song and it’s my guilty pleasure.  I used to listen to this when I would get home from Devin’s on a Sunday morning as I was showering or making breakfast.

“ Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I’m calling out to you
Singing someday it’ll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you

And you may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning”

Yeah.  Corny.  Terribly corny.  Though not all of it applies, the major points do.  But yet…  If I could create the perfect song about Sunday afternoons, it might happen to be about today.
Spending my morning driving through beaches and fishing piers, spending time in a place, one city over that seems so far away from everything back home.  Surrounding and throwing myself into crowds of people I do not know, nor understand, and inevitably head home, feeling fulfilled and full.  xD

Okay maybe I wouldn’t, but today was pretty cool.  And now I’m baking a Lemon cake with Vanilla frosting for Park Jam.

S.A. – You’re simple.  Relaxing (sometimes), and can play the perfect lead into a hectic week.  And this coming week will be most crazy.  I need to clean and start packing for Alameda/Santa Rosa.  Debate if I’m bringing my computer, because while I would love to bring it, it is becoming quite the hassle, (but I’m bringing 5 days worth of stuff, plus all my rinses for my mouth situation).

I’m getting off track…  This is about you.  I go from Sunday morning, usually tired – hungover – exhausted at church to the time when I can pass out on the couch, or go out to try and escape the heat.  I’m given a few hours to myself before meetings, kickbacks, or family dinners, and it’s quite nice to have that time and luxury.  Once I get a job, I’ll lose that.

For now, I’ll enjoy you and not take you for granted as I did before.

Thankful for the breeze,
Kayla