heartbreak lends itself to ridiculous situations, apparently

last time a girlfriend of mine pushed through heartache, we ended up crashing the st. anthony's triathlon's afterparty on top of the pier and dancing up a storm to soulja boy. But, alas, that's another story for another time.

so, yesterday evening i sat on my kitchen floor sobbing for longer than i'd care to admit. which, you know, was kinda cool seeing as how for the past year i've not been able to cry. but after the novelty of it all wore off and after the ensuing hour of shit talking pasted, we sat out to do the only thing that one really can do in my situation. collect several of her favorite ladies and head over to st. pete beach for some good ol night swimming. nothing will ever get you over being sadfaced quicker than a 12 pack of yuengling and skinny dipping. no really, it's been proven.

there is absolutely nothing like standing on the edge of the world, naked with a cold beer in hand and pointing out the constellations. i saw phosphorescent phytoplankton for the first time last night. and for the first time since i put my sisters on planes heading to the far reaching corners of the land i realized that i was really, truly going to be okay. and that despite it all, i can still feel infinate.

there is also nothing like four girls walking into the bright headlights of a beach cop's vehicle, arms crossed over bear chests. that was the first time i've ever had to dress in front of a man in uniform. it was a night for firsts, apparently. note to self, attractive, wet topless girls can get away with just about anything. where's the Cop's camera crew when you need them. i just wish we hadn't dunked those beers into the gulf outta fear of the long arm of the law. i'm a good st. pete girl. we no like wasting beer.