It's been a while. I told myself that I wasn't going to post on and on about my daughter's wedding plans, and the carnival of chaos surrounding it, because that's essentially all that's going on in my life at the moment.

Although I did go to the bachelorette party last weekend and I'm still recovering. I'm going to brag, possibly offensively to some, but I did at least ten shots of Silver Patron, two White Claws and one Red Bull. Why brag about that? I was still up and capable of tucking my daughter into the couch at the end of the night. Praise be to the Gods.

And it will never happen again. That's the up to the downside of that kind of alcohol imbibing. My kidneys are still recovering. That picture is of us, before we went into the second and final bar, that glorious face in the center is my beautiful daughter.
We don't drink often. Or, ever... really.
I may never drink again, but yes... we had a great experience and I'm so glad she invited me to be a part of her "last night out" too. Their day of "I hate you the least, I do" is November 11. The Big Guy and I were married on November 11 over a decade ago, because we like the number 11.
And there's all the theories about what 11:11 means when we see it.
It's a digital thing, something our grandparents (great grandparents?) did not talk about as often because, hello? Digital Clocks didn't exist in the dark ages.

You know what else didn't exist? Cell phone cameras.

Wanna know why we're not getting as many shots of the UFOs these days?

They (our interdimensional sky friends) know we have digital cameras but we still lack the heart and soul to agree we're not alone.
/begin sarcasm
We haven't ever been alone, because we had "God". Now we have the religious capitalist world still trying to own us.
/end sarcasm
Give it some time. They'll show themselves as abundantly as they used to when we get over ourselves. I'm referencing our Far Friends, not the Capitalist Cabal.
Aliens have God too. They weren't alone once upon a time, it's evolution.
Moving on... that's evolution. "Are you thinking? Are you growing?" This is what I believe a higher intelligence watches us with great anticipation of. The "thinking and growing" part of our evolution. If any of you have ever read Dana Stabenow's Second Star Series, you'll know what I'm referencing.

Tonight (and the reason I got off my embargo of blah-gging) The Big Guy and I watched "Nope"
I'm going to stop you right here because I'm going to spill the beans about this incredible film and spoil it for you. So if you're not interested in spoilers, go watch the movie and then come back.
Aliens are real, m'kay?

And this alien? I've seen one like it.

I've seen it with four of my friends, one of them being the Big Guy in September of 2010 right before I said "I hate you the least, I do" to the Big Guy on November 11.
We were in our backyard at sunset here in Port Townsend on the tip of the Puget Sound having a wee bonfire and singing songs.
Okay, I lied about the song singing, but we were just putting our firepit together when we thought we saw lanterns floating in the sky. It was beautiful. Mesmerizing. And it was the Autumn Equinox, so we didn't think "UFO".
Here's my friend and I, the one who was in the backyard with me that night. I'm the one in the hat. We took that a few days after the "event".

Here's the thing, they didn't act like lanterns though. They were moving opposite the wind. And some of them decided it was best to simply shoot straight up into the stratosphere and disappear. That's about the time our small group became quiet and none of us wanted to go into the house to get our cameras or phones. I mean, what if we missed something? There's more to that story, ending with Military Aircraft chasing them too. Fun stuff. I'd like to point out that we were stone cold sober. There weren't ten shots of tequila or the good earth's happy weed in our group. Just sayin'...
These creatures were like giant glowing jellyfish in the sky, they moved like they were in water too. Each time we thought we knew "what it was" they would do something else. We went from "Lanterns" to "Parachutes" to ... uh ... erm ... OH MY GOD!

We stayed up fairly late that night too. Waiting. Watching. Wishing one of us had gone inside to get a freaking camera, and forgiving each other. It was just too incredible.

This picture came from an online source several years ago, and I just did a reverse image search and found it again at BlogSpot.(http://uforoma.blogspot.com/2014/02/esclusiva-ufo-roma-di-loris-paglia.html)
I had to grab it from my facebook files, because I posted it on my friends wall when we were still talking about it.

I've spent years online looking for evidence of other people seeing them. The truth is out there, right? I do have some copied footage on an old hard drive from a now removed video that was on YouTube from a woman in Ireland who filmed them.

Fast forward to Spring of 2018.

It was late at night, or early in the predawn hours and I was on the phone with a different friend in a crisis. I'd gone out to my back patio to have a cigarette when I saw something that looked like a giant shadow squid laying sideways in my labyrinth, and its tentacles were doing the stretchy-feely thing around the edges of the inner circle.
M'kay.
I was tired. Shadows do weird things in the night. All the time, right? Sure.
What they don't do is split apart and become lots of little squids running around.
So yeah. I'm still on the phone with my friend who is recovering from a hella critical time in her world. I wasn't going to tell her that I was possibly hallucinating a giant squid in my labyrinth that became many squids who were now running around like enormous spiders with a weird clicking sound.

But she heard them too, you understand?

And I was frozen. One of them came onto the patio about three feet from me, picked up a piece of plastic wrapping from my cigarette pack with one of its weird spider squid leg tentacles and held it up to me making a "woooooo" sound. Like wind through the top of a pipe.
Yeah. NOPE.
My friend had asked if there was interference with the phone, if I was fidgeting with a tin can, etc. "What is going on over there Sarah?" She'd asked a couple of times before one of the squid things came on to the patio.
I screamed while I climbed onto the wooden bench I had been sitting on, much like people do in the movies when they freak out about a mouse, and began gibbering what I was witnessing, and do you know what my friend did? I mean c'mon, I nearly wet myself I was so scared.
She laughed.
That bitch laughed at me, "Sarah, you're the bravest person I know. You talk to dead people and chase demons back into the abyss, what the [bleep] is your problem? Say something back. If they were going to eat you they probably would have by now."

Oh Hell No you did not just say that to me, woman.

But it shamed me enough to get a grip and I shooed the thing away. I'm not joking. I did the whole hand movement and waved at it. "Shoo, go away" like it was a stray dog, not an alien squid bug with a metallic sheen and a hedgehog face.

Okay, so here's the thing.

Our cell service was with AT&T at the time, so I was on my LANDLINE because we didn't get anything but crap service and the only way a steady signal could be found was in the middle of the day in the center of my driveway. That's right. Not a cell phone in sight, beloveds. Do you know what that means?
It means that for years now, I've been carrying my cell phone with me outside, even just to the damn mailbox. It doesn't mean that when it happens again (I know it will) I may have the presence of mind to actually take a picture or video.

So. I have had a few conversations with "People who know stuff" like I know stuff, but more than I know. And they suggested that the creature\entity\alien held up the cigarette wrapper as a sign of "hey, I know this is important to you, so here's us being friendly and showing you that we come in peace." That makes sense. For a lot of reasons.
There were other moments with what I have now come to call The Pims. Like the cookie? Dark and hard on the outside, but glorious and soft on the inside. When they open up, they are like an aurora borealis of color. But ... I just cannot help but be terrified. It's unlike anything you can imagine. I'm not doing it justice.

There's a part of me still not sure it wasn't going to shrink me to fit inside that plastic wrapping so it could take me with it for a tasty snack later. Maybe some of them would. I just don't know.

Thus, when I watched NOPE earlier this evening, The Big Guy understood when I began shouting at the television (like the cave woman I am) "YES! SEE? SEE THAT? IT WILL EAT YOU!" I felt completely vindicated for screaming like a baby.

And that's my true story.
I promise wedding stuff in the future. The very near future.
But for now? Nope.