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I may not be able to make it to Spin Jam a lot, but that didn't stop me from hanging out with my spinning friends at a party on Friday. I added my white sangria to the two pitchers in the kitchen, and was proud to hear it was the best tasting of the bunch. I know there's considerable crossover between social scenes, but clearly some things are constants. The power of bacon for example, about four pounds of it were fried up in the kitchen while I prepped my sangria. There were threats of deep frying everything within sight in the left over grease, but I missed that portion of the evening.
I was supposed to meet Lipika later in the evening at Xmortis, so I didn't engage too much in conversation there. Forty years of life later, and being in a crowd can still make me standoffish while I grapple with how to approach people. There will be more parties I am sure, and more changes to play to my own strengths, and more good times to be had.
Xmortis was less a good time and more an exercise in frustration and irritation. Perhaps the motto here is to avoid party hopping and give all your energy to one event. Perhaps the problem is one too many Red Deaths. Whatever the problem, the solution in the end is a good night's sleep and a day spent mostly on your own. There was Warhammer, and painting and preparation for the Crossroads, and an unusually large sushi dinner with the leftover clubbing money in my wallet. Hana passes the good sushi test, as I had enough leftover for breakfast the next morning, and it was delicious.
Sunday night JB and I did some commiserating, and traveled to a wedding after party with my roommate. The night was soft and intimate, filled with the joyous afterglow of the day's nuptials. I felt more in my elemant here, and I played to my strengths, and as a result I had a splendid evening. I passed on the hot tubbing, you can have too much of a good thing, and the morning shift was pulling me home.
According to my roommate, now is the perfect time to start moving forward on things in my life. An end to stasis could be within my grasp. The thing is, it always was.
I was supposed to meet Lipika later in the evening at Xmortis, so I didn't engage too much in conversation there. Forty years of life later, and being in a crowd can still make me standoffish while I grapple with how to approach people. There will be more parties I am sure, and more changes to play to my own strengths, and more good times to be had.
Xmortis was less a good time and more an exercise in frustration and irritation. Perhaps the motto here is to avoid party hopping and give all your energy to one event. Perhaps the problem is one too many Red Deaths. Whatever the problem, the solution in the end is a good night's sleep and a day spent mostly on your own. There was Warhammer, and painting and preparation for the Crossroads, and an unusually large sushi dinner with the leftover clubbing money in my wallet. Hana passes the good sushi test, as I had enough leftover for breakfast the next morning, and it was delicious.
Sunday night JB and I did some commiserating, and traveled to a wedding after party with my roommate. The night was soft and intimate, filled with the joyous afterglow of the day's nuptials. I felt more in my elemant here, and I played to my strengths, and as a result I had a splendid evening. I passed on the hot tubbing, you can have too much of a good thing, and the morning shift was pulling me home.
According to my roommate, now is the perfect time to start moving forward on things in my life. An end to stasis could be within my grasp. The thing is, it always was.
