After rewatching the Linkin Park event honoring the life of Chester Bennington again last night, I found myself eternally thankful for the unwavering courage, skill and compassion Mike Shinoda has shown during all this, already so painful and close to home for the man, and in the late hours, before I drifted off to sleep in bed, I wrote this down on my phone.
When things break down,
from weariness and rust.
It’s the shiniest cog in the machine,
that’s left to gather up the dust.
But all things get their due.
So, the best holiday of the year is about to end, and Christian and I had a Halloween party this weekend. Our first together. It went pretty well, had friends over, several other couples, and we generally had a good time.
Nobody summoned Biggie Smalls.
In short, Christian tried some new drink, actually did a shot for once, and I danced around in a fat sumo-wrestler costume. And I almost popped my knee, something I apparently do on a year and a half basis. So it’s due this winter. -_-
We obviously don’t want to toot our own horns, but we totally won the costume contest that we totally didn’t have. But if we did, whooooooooo. Still, the competition was sort of lackluster, although I doubt that’s what people were all about. That’s pretty much just me feeling like I have to top myself each year.
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