The best back rubs leave bruises.

[blissfish]

I had a really, really nice weekend.  It was jenmarie's birthday all weekend, of course, and both parties were awesome.  Friday night I did get a little blitzed tipsy and I danced, which my foot did not care for at all, but Saturday I was better about sitting in one spot and letting the party interact with me.  There was an undercurrent of sadness under the festivities, for a few reasons, but it was okay.  Sadness happens.  Today I'm tired, pleasantly reminded that I have good friends and fit in just fine, I have a case of wanderlust like crazy and want to be wandering around out there somewhere, and I'm a little blue.  Nothing major, just a little blue.

I got to see lots of shiny wonderful people, including the elusive tangentsferret, and the unexpected pleasant surprise of sexluthor at the party Saturday.  Talked about being art(ist) with freyapax, spun poi for a minute or two (had much more fun watching xoxoxtc spin), discussed cones and exercise balls with gyesika.  I got the lovely bruising shoulder rub from goudananda.  Purr.  Got kisses and snuggles from several lovely people, got to look down triplemare's blouse while she exhorted me to come dancing with her. :D

Life is good.  Confusing and bumpy, but good.

If onyxlynxx had come home just a few minutes earlier today, she would have caught myself and Sasha singing in the study again, loudly out of tune to "Take On Me" by Aha.  I need to install a motion-sensor warning on the driveway, to save myself certain embarrassment.  The pooch has no sense of shame.

I was going to make nice thick sugar cookies, but a couple of friends that I've seen this weekend posting about having a tummy bug has me reconsidering the wisdom of making a couple dozen cookies.  I like the dog and all, but I don't want to be feeding her that many cookies should K and I catch the bug.

I think I'll go out to the studio and pace in little circles to loud music in the dark until the wanderlust calms down (this isn't a whine - it does seem to help, and sometimes paintings/whatevers are born this way.  All very emo, I assure you.)

Comments

[austingoddess.livejournal.com]

I didn't see you at all Saturday!! *pouts* You must have been outside the whole time, as I didn't come out until I was saying goodbyes.

[blissfish.livejournal.com]

I saw you locked away behind the folks playing rock band at a non-Rock Band party (tsk tsk on them!) and couldn't get over there to say hello. The living room had no passage, and I think there was Run For the Hills. I did.