Hazel

Once Marijuana returned from his last run on Friday night, he’d find the apartment had been slightly changed. Some of the posters which had been put into storage had returned, more of his knickknacks were scattered, neutral things, things without lovers or pasts associated with them. And Heroin’s things were gone.

Well, almost all of his things.

The box which Marijuana had carved for Heroin remained, all the gifts from their marriage remained, but the box was set on top of their bed next to a black box, formally containing Opium’s gifts to Marijuana. On top was a manila envelope, holding signed divorce papers and a plain envelope addressed to Marijuana. Heroin’s wedding ring was tucked inside, ( with a note. )

( For Marijuana. )

( private; viewable to Marijuana and Morphine. Warning for possible triggers. )

( Tommy. )

( Methadone. )

( Marijuana. )

How lovely.

The Bronx seems to have a little problem with heroin distribution; that's vaguely upsetting. I suppose something is going to have to be done sooner or later. Vacations. Always more work waiting when they're over. But worth it.

( Waiting for Marijuana in the hotel room, when he returns. )

( Phone call to Marijuana )

( For Marijuana. )

I woke up this morning to over a hundred text messages from last night; since I didn’t go, everyone I know—and a few that I don’t—apparently decided I needed a text message play-by-play. And I have to admit that from everything I read, I’m feeling just a little self-congratulatory that I stayed home with my phone turned off. Tomorrow, I’ll start returning the phone calls and harassing people about scheduling, but for today? I think I’ll just take a cue from yesterday and play footsie with my husband on the couch. And fuss over Nibbly some more, my poor girl, I think she’s still a little traumatized from her close encounter with Mari’s shirt. Next time, look before I throw.

( Media. )

( Left for Cam )

( Left on the Highway counter )

( Delivered to Sato. )

( Phone call to Phaedra. )

( To Matt )

( To Marijuana )

( Text to Mari )

Guess it’s time for resolutions again, I’m not sure if they’ve ever been what you’d call a good fit for me. But I can’t resist the season and I still end up making them. Think the years kinda conspire against me, though—all the weight is on the side of my old, bad habits. Maybe this year’ll be different, though. I have the best inducement of all to mend some wicked ways.

( This year's resolutions. )

Going back into the studio this Monday- there's almost no point in trying to get bands to work during the holidays, between christmas with family and New Year's in the bars, it's like herding feral cats in heat. At least Antony managed to email me some music to look over and come Monday, it's the jazz outfit out of Detroit that sent me their demo.

( Gifts for Marijuana, Morphine, Opium, Laudanum, Salvia, PCP, GHB, Belladonna, Coke, CeCe, Blues, Highway Mortals )

( Left for Marijuana )

( locked; viewable by Morphine )

All right, since we’re getting into the home stretch for the wedding, I thought I’d do a quick and dirty run down of what’s going to happen. This’ll be the last one, promise!

So, to start with, Marijuana arranged for accommodations for all the guests since the wedding takes place in New Hampshire and transportation to the actual venue. All guests will arrive by limo—who rode with who is totally up to you guys. Once everyone gets to Bedrock Gardens (on High Street, no, really) they’ll be funneled through a security checkpoint set up to prevent wedding crashers. Sorry! As amusing as it’d be, the drug gods are serious about keeping it invite only. Anyone bringing a guest, please make sure you added their name to the post, otherwise they’ll be turned away at the door.

Past the checkpoint all media devices will stop working—no cameras, no phones, nada, all courtesy of the Media, herself. The only exceptions are the ones in the hands of the professional photographers/recorders. So guests are able (and encouraged) to party like it’s, well, a Drug God wedding without any fears of blackmail occurring later on.

The ceremony itself will be posted as the thread start, the first comment will be for the reception line. That’ll be the place where all the guests can comment and congratulate the happy couple—or offer their condolences, depending on how they feel. Seana and I will try to reply to as many as we can, but there’s only two of us and a limited about of free time, so if you definitely want a response from one or both of the Drugs, write something in the subject line to let us know. On the flipside, if you don’t much care for a ‘thank you for the well wishes’ feel free to put that in the subject line too. XD The couple will also be socializing, together and separately, during the wedding so if you’d like a thread with one of them, just let us know! (Morphine? Expect a bit of twin-clingage, definitely.) There isn’t a seating chart—are you insane? our brains are bursting at it is—so feel free to decide on tablemates on your own, if you’re setting threads during the dinner portion. We’ll have things sectioned off as best we can (think of MJ’s birthday party or E’s homecoming for how this all going to work) but everyone should feel free, as always, to toss up their own comment and get a thread going at the wedding.

Okay, think I’ve probably bored everyone enough with my rambles, so I’ll look forward to seeing you there!

( Waiting for Marijuana in the greenhouse. )

[ooc note! to everyone who is/was attending Heroin's bachelor party, the thread will be up tomorrow, if you're still interested. For all intents and purposes, they had an afternoon at the day spa -- massages all around, and then possibly laying out by the pool and drinking (looking at you Blues) or facials, mud baths, etc. Afterwards, dinner and a show at the Kingston Mines (thank you for the link, Jill!) which is where the thread is set. If anyone wants to/needs to refer to it... figured I'm late, but better late than never. And I'll catch all of you at the wedding!]

( Left on their bed for Marijuana )

It almost feels like winding down in the studio- or perhaps, it's wishful thinking. And now my bachelor party is next week, how bad would it be if I just slept? I think that would be really, really nice right now.

( Blues, CeCe, Laudanum, Morphine )

Planning a bachelor party for a drug god should not be as hard as it was. Boss? I expect you to remember all this around Christmas bonus time, mkay? And for the love of whatever, buy some better coffee. I swear this is starting to taste like decaf.

Now oh God, I wish I could explain that myself,
'Cause I know that it's my fault, too.
It's so easy to hurt you, darling,
It's so hard, it's hard not to do.

( Kokain; viewable to Marihuana )

there's so many goodbyes to make; I've never learned how to say them.

( High, in their rooftop garden, waiting for Marijuana  )

( Delivered to Phaedra. )

( Saturday gift delivery to Marijuana. )