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Three parties, three different worlds.
Dec. 18th, 2001 04:08 pmFriday night took us on a trip through time, landing in the year 1899 for a Jules Verne themed birthday part for a friend. Some themes are more interesting than others, and I enjoyed myself immensely as I slipped into the role of a British nobleman, talking about my exploits in the Congo as I rubbed shoulders with mad scientists, male impersonators, and balloonists. It was easy to see who the role players were in the group, they chimed right in, to the puzzled looks of bystanders. It's not every day you can spend time talking to beautiful women about game w/out being IN game. A nice mix of goth friends and gamers from Brown, where I may visit in the upcoming months.
Saturday night was a Yankee Swap at the 2nd Circle, which was supposed to be a costume party. Sadly, very few people got into the spirit of things. My Victorian costume made a reappearance, and I got to stroll through another widely mixed group of friends: VHS players, former VHS players, and other guests of the 2nd Circle. The Yankee Swap was very amusing, especially the part where gifts were poached. The groups separated over time as people drifted out, a small group of us talking about the VHS game this year, the rest watching Clue downstairs. I eventually meandered through the darkened streets to home and bed.
Sunday night saw myself and my silvery Blair Witch Christmas ornament traveling to Arlington to a most unique tree trimming party. The ornaments reflected the character of the group: creative, offbeat, sometimes beautiful, and comical. Delicious fondue was consumed, mistletoe was largely ignored, and conversations drifted back and forth. Digital cameras were in abundance, any fears of our souls being trapped in the machine were quelled long ago, for if that myth were true none of us would have souls to lose anymore. There were moments of quiet reflection all night, significantly different that how I felt at parties in the past. There was no concern, no fear of not being talked to, or excluded from things. I felt at peace and a part of things, in all the groups, in strange and familiar locations. Anytime I felt like rejoining the conversation, I knew I could, with no awkwardness or struggle. So I savored my moments of quiet, my calm, and basked in the glow of drinks, low lights, and good cheer.
Saturday night was a Yankee Swap at the 2nd Circle, which was supposed to be a costume party. Sadly, very few people got into the spirit of things. My Victorian costume made a reappearance, and I got to stroll through another widely mixed group of friends: VHS players, former VHS players, and other guests of the 2nd Circle. The Yankee Swap was very amusing, especially the part where gifts were poached. The groups separated over time as people drifted out, a small group of us talking about the VHS game this year, the rest watching Clue downstairs. I eventually meandered through the darkened streets to home and bed.
Sunday night saw myself and my silvery Blair Witch Christmas ornament traveling to Arlington to a most unique tree trimming party. The ornaments reflected the character of the group: creative, offbeat, sometimes beautiful, and comical. Delicious fondue was consumed, mistletoe was largely ignored, and conversations drifted back and forth. Digital cameras were in abundance, any fears of our souls being trapped in the machine were quelled long ago, for if that myth were true none of us would have souls to lose anymore. There were moments of quiet reflection all night, significantly different that how I felt at parties in the past. There was no concern, no fear of not being talked to, or excluded from things. I felt at peace and a part of things, in all the groups, in strange and familiar locations. Anytime I felt like rejoining the conversation, I knew I could, with no awkwardness or struggle. So I savored my moments of quiet, my calm, and basked in the glow of drinks, low lights, and good cheer.
