Alternate Realities continue

Not even a year ago, Excess and Temple were nights fraught with emotional peril, and the danger of the night devolving into a bloody mess was ever present and very real. Somewhere in that time, between then and now, those nights have been filled with crazy adventures, dramatic good mood shifts, and utter life affirming moments.

Last night was no exception to that.

I got to break out my old skirt again for the first time in years. I had to lose all the straps, which were in horrible shape. The skirt still worked fine, and like many other clothes I have now, the waist is actually starting to slip. My waist keeps getting smaller as I get older! I talked with Kara and Elena again, danced and hugged my friends, and the spectre of envy was nowhere to be found. I gathered a roomful of hugs, changed, and made my way home again, with my newly mobile car.