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One you'll long remember
May. 2nd, 2005 03:59 pmThe early parts of Friday night were spent walking around ManRay, waiting for the dancing to begin, and watching the patrons start to arrive. Some might say that friday nights at ManRay have become less extreme over the years. Less dressing up, less outrageous costumes, more mainstream in it's patronage and attitude. The Ball was a nice swing in the opposite direction, with demonstrations running the whole night long, elaborate and well rehearsed performances, and shiny shiny costumes all over the place. Also, there was extra time for dancing, and I think you well know my opinion on that. By night's end, I was one happy, sweaty, kilt wearing dancer. My brain is a little too tired now to paint this evenign as I'd like, but I'll leave you with one word: Esctatic.
Saturday. Grey, listless, rainy. A perfect day to recover from the libations and celebrations of the evening before. My biggest activity of the day was discovering that Ben and Jerry's Strawberry Cheescake didn't live up to my expectations. My biggest activity of the night was having conversations that were informative, amusing, and downright provocative. Apparantly I didn't enjoy myself quite as much as some of the other guests, but I had plans for the next day. Besides, in a few weeks I'll be swimming in a river of sangria, and THAT will be a pretty sight.
Sunday. Grey, heavy skies. A labyrinth of streets and detours and traffic to navigate. A warren of hallways and stairs and tiny, cozy elevators. The physical satisfaction of moving boxes and transplanting belongings from an old home to a new one. Our eclectic (and hot) loading crew escaped the worst of the rain and finished up in record time. In the 21st century, moving parties are the new barn raisings.
Death was narrowly avoided in my DND game later (though not for some!) and the long and adventurous weekend was laid to rest. I'd have to rate it an 8 out of 10.
Saturday. Grey, listless, rainy. A perfect day to recover from the libations and celebrations of the evening before. My biggest activity of the day was discovering that Ben and Jerry's Strawberry Cheescake didn't live up to my expectations. My biggest activity of the night was having conversations that were informative, amusing, and downright provocative. Apparantly I didn't enjoy myself quite as much as some of the other guests, but I had plans for the next day. Besides, in a few weeks I'll be swimming in a river of sangria, and THAT will be a pretty sight.
Sunday. Grey, heavy skies. A labyrinth of streets and detours and traffic to navigate. A warren of hallways and stairs and tiny, cozy elevators. The physical satisfaction of moving boxes and transplanting belongings from an old home to a new one. Our eclectic (and hot) loading crew escaped the worst of the rain and finished up in record time. In the 21st century, moving parties are the new barn raisings.
Death was narrowly avoided in my DND game later (though not for some!) and the long and adventurous weekend was laid to rest. I'd have to rate it an 8 out of 10.
