![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
How long to sing this song?
Oct. 27th, 2009 02:19 pmSo yeah, I turned 40 during the weekend. The whole idea for the party came together at the last Laced, where I mentioned to my roommate that I'd like to get a bunch of my friends together and indulge in some of my favorite things: dancing, fire spinning, rock band, and sushi. I talked about how much fun it was spinning at a friend's house in Southborough, and ten minutes later she had secured the location for me. Days went by, and plans were made. My birthday started out with an amazing home made omelet, followed by some Warhammer down in Abington. I made it home just in time to pack up and grab my changes of clothing and some treats for the party, then made the drive.
I was pleasantly surprised by several of the faces out there, and that surprise grew to satisfaction and joy at seeing your beaming faces as you arrived, in twos and threes. There were hugs and cards and smiles and more hugs until it was time for fire. The ground was wet and the threat of storms was constant, but we found some time in which to light up. I got to play with all of my toys, including the rope dart's virgin burn, and ended with dancing with my torches to Mlada Fronta. THAT was made of pure win. But the winning didn't stop.
It continued on in the hot tub, surrounded by my stunning and wonderful friends. Steam shrouded bodies, fire viewed through the haze, cool rain drops falling on upturned faces. I sat back and basked in the joy and love around me, and then made my way indoors where we almost hit a snag. The controllers we had weren't compatible with my game system, so many of my favorites did not get played. We fixed that with a few quick downloads, and I got to rock out to Muse and Queen. People rotated through the instruments, curled up on couches, arm in arm, belting out lyrics and laughter. There was a very amusing encounter with some Swedish fish, and a blissful interlude on a crowded couch.
All things must end, and so did the evening, at the very crack of dawn when the last of us staggered and slunk to our beds. Our sleep was short, as a giggling ball of cuteness bounced through the house. I played ninja soccer with Sophia in between cleaning up the aftermath of the party, then had another satisfying omelet before making the gray ride back to Boston. For someone who grapples with social anxiety from time to time, the party was an immense success, and yet there is a big regret. I regret spending so little time connection with all of you. There were just a few moments, hugs, smiles, congratulations, but not as much of the deeper conversations I would have liked. I don't know if you all knew how grateful I was that you all journeyed so far (ahem) out of Boston for my sake. Did you know how much your friendships have meant to me over this past decade, my twelve to thirteen years in Boston? You've seen how far I've come and how I've changed, some more than others, and even though circumstances change over time, I still remember passions shared, reckless times, and glorious adventures. I thank all of your for coming to see me, or wishing me well. I thank you for the encouraging words and friendships, I thank you for patience and acceptance. I thank you for the amazing unique people that you are, for opening a window in your life for me to pass through. An in the decade to come, I look forward to spending more time with your marvelous people, and having many more amazing adventures.
My birthday was a magical night, but the magic doesn't stop there. It is only beginning.
I was pleasantly surprised by several of the faces out there, and that surprise grew to satisfaction and joy at seeing your beaming faces as you arrived, in twos and threes. There were hugs and cards and smiles and more hugs until it was time for fire. The ground was wet and the threat of storms was constant, but we found some time in which to light up. I got to play with all of my toys, including the rope dart's virgin burn, and ended with dancing with my torches to Mlada Fronta. THAT was made of pure win. But the winning didn't stop.
It continued on in the hot tub, surrounded by my stunning and wonderful friends. Steam shrouded bodies, fire viewed through the haze, cool rain drops falling on upturned faces. I sat back and basked in the joy and love around me, and then made my way indoors where we almost hit a snag. The controllers we had weren't compatible with my game system, so many of my favorites did not get played. We fixed that with a few quick downloads, and I got to rock out to Muse and Queen. People rotated through the instruments, curled up on couches, arm in arm, belting out lyrics and laughter. There was a very amusing encounter with some Swedish fish, and a blissful interlude on a crowded couch.
All things must end, and so did the evening, at the very crack of dawn when the last of us staggered and slunk to our beds. Our sleep was short, as a giggling ball of cuteness bounced through the house. I played ninja soccer with Sophia in between cleaning up the aftermath of the party, then had another satisfying omelet before making the gray ride back to Boston. For someone who grapples with social anxiety from time to time, the party was an immense success, and yet there is a big regret. I regret spending so little time connection with all of you. There were just a few moments, hugs, smiles, congratulations, but not as much of the deeper conversations I would have liked. I don't know if you all knew how grateful I was that you all journeyed so far (ahem) out of Boston for my sake. Did you know how much your friendships have meant to me over this past decade, my twelve to thirteen years in Boston? You've seen how far I've come and how I've changed, some more than others, and even though circumstances change over time, I still remember passions shared, reckless times, and glorious adventures. I thank all of your for coming to see me, or wishing me well. I thank you for the encouraging words and friendships, I thank you for patience and acceptance. I thank you for the amazing unique people that you are, for opening a window in your life for me to pass through. An in the decade to come, I look forward to spending more time with your marvelous people, and having many more amazing adventures.
My birthday was a magical night, but the magic doesn't stop there. It is only beginning.
