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Oh, what a weekend. I love three day weekends. I acutally feel relaxed after a three day weekend, as opposed to regular weekends, where the minute I have a chance to breathe it is already Monday morning. There were some adventures this weekend, a few of which I will share. Right. About now.

On Saturday, Alexzeez and I decided we wanted to do something different. On a whim, we decided to check out the Huntington Park Fair which was occupying seven blocks of a major road right outside my school. It was a helluvafair, complete with multiple barfy rides, fortune tellers, live music and impossible-to-win fair games. Shmallie and I analyzed our options for fair treats, and settled on what I believe is the best fair food I have ever had. Now of course, there were things like hot dogs, churros, cotton candy and the like, but we were unimpressed. We wanted something special. And we found it.

Mini Donuts.

I'm not talkin' the mini donuts that come in a box. These were teeny tiny pieces of fried dough coated lightly with cinnamon sugar. Crispy on the outside, doughnutty on the inside. When it comes right down to it, they were perfect.

After we munched on the donuts, we walked around a bit more, and ran into a few of my students. Being 13 year-old boys, they of course were trying to burn stuff on the sidewalk. Naturally I put that down as soon as I saw it, but it made me feel a bit like a mom. Weird. They also asked if I could help them get back onto the rides, because they were kicked off for spitting off the ride. Hm.

After such an intellectually stimulating conversation, Ali-z and I decided to find a ride, particularly one that did not go upside down. A ferris wheel, we thought, would probably be safe. As far as we could see, there were two ferris wheels, one at either end of the fair. We assumed they were both the same. But you know what they say about assuming things. No one was in line for the ferris wheel closer to us, which we found odd. As we approached the ferris wheel, we began to realize that this was no ordinary ferris wheel. This was a crazy ferris wheel with cars that flip over, aka not adhering to our non-upsidedown requirement. So what did we do?

Yeah, we went on it anyways, stupidly. We were laughing very hard for about 20 seconds, and then we were ready to get off. But the thing kept going. And going. And then it reversed directions. And it went some more. Oy. Who comes up with the designs for these things, hm? What person in their right mind would devise such a torture device, surely aimed at causing regurgitation? Fortunately, neither of us saw the donuts again, but it did take us a minute to right our brains.

We didn't right them for too long though, because then we decided to go to Gabah for a little hip hop/reggatone (sp?). I love this new reggatone stuff, but that shit is hard to dance to. I was looking around, trying to see how people were negotiating the beat, and it looked like no one really knew what to do. I think I am going to have to consult my students on this one.

Last night topped the entire weekend off though, as Boy #4 stepped outside his comfort zone and came with me to Beat It (an 80s night). Alexis brought a kickass girl to the club too, so it was a nice little group of four. Usually this club night is at a place called the Ruby, which is just an "eh" venue. Because the organizers knew so many people had Monday off this week, they moved it to the Key Club instead, which was everything a hollywood club should be. It was two floors plus a balcony bar. Downstairs the DJ was working the crowd with an excellent mix of indie rock, while the 80s ruled the speakers in the main room upstairs. All four of us had drinks before, and the liquor just kept on flowin as the night went on.

There were so many points during the night when i just wanted to burst from happiness. Alexis was happy, his mystery girl was happy, Boy#4 was happy (i think) and it all just made me feel like my heart was too big for my body. Overjoyed is hardly strong enough to describe the feeling. My blood had just turned to pink lemonade, life was so sweet at that moment. And something shifted in me, I think, regarding boy #4. I realized that he does not have to fit all of my categories to make me happy. First and foremost, I make myself happy, no matter who I am with. This was something someone tried to explain to me a long time ago, but it never quite sunk in. But in terms of Boy#4, I am just happy to be me, with him. I am more myself with Boy #4 then I have ever been with anyone. Perhaps that is due to the unusual circumstances of our relationship, but whatever it is, I am grateful for it.

This morning, I told Boy#4 that I was sad that he was moving away from La La Land in a mere two months. He explained, very simply, that these things happen all the time, and they are supposed to happen.

His advice was this: People come into our lives for a reason. They come into our lives at a certain time, we learn from them, and then they leave at a certain time. And that is the way it is.

Although i don't generally like to think about people in such a functional manner, I can see his point, and it is somewhat comforting.

It's that whole 'everything happens for a reason' mantra so many people like to throw around. I don't know though, how many times do you have to get dicked over to find out what that magical reason is? I think that is just another instance of mankind trying to justify their existence. If there is a REASON for everything, then everything is fine, we don't have to freak out about everything. I am not sure I buy it.