peaceful wind

Yesterday was steph's annual birthday party. Walked into a backyard packed with people laughing/smiling/eating y'know, the usual. Then saw drunk paolo throwing up baaaaaahaha. The sun was still up! But obviously, a party isn't a real party unless there's a person throwing up. Surprised by ian cus he called me "classy" .. what a sweetheart.
-Ate some pizza
-Said hellos
-Biked
-Played basketball .. hahahahahahaha (for those who don't know, I can't play sports for shit)
Then as people started getting drunkn'shit I went to the front steps. Alone with my thoughts. After a while of trying to organize errthang in my mind, I blocked everything out and listened to the wind passing through the trees. I felt bliss. As extroverted as I may seem to be, I like being alone. It makes me feel calm. If I had a cup of tea it would have been more than perfect!
I don't know how long I was out there for but when I got back to the craziness, it seemed to be ending. Shitey?

Maybe I really am getting old.