Current mood:

bouncy

Funz ?
I am now officially looking forward to the weekend. Actually I have been really really really looking forward to it for approximately three weeks, as the last one was terrific. I can't work out whether it was so great because I was different, or because it was different. I've definitely been a lot more outgoing recently, and that worked so well being there, surrounded by people I know and have.... been through stuff with. In the past I really haven't fully taken advantage of what a great environment it is. And recent years have been clouded by my generalised anxieties, when I obviously wasn't well enough to be there, but was also not well enough to make the decision not to be there.

But it was also an extra-intimate gathering; much tho I love the little n00bs flapping about, there is something seriously special about looking round a crowded room full of people and pretty much every single person being someone you know and care about on some level.

This weekend, however, promises building a fire and telling stories. I am very impressed that this has been planned by C. I thought his special skill was being terribly cute and making ladies of a certain age squeee (although dangerously I think I may be sliding into the 'ladies of a certain age category' - his squee-ing powers seem to be cumulative...) (and to limit it to the ladies is also very closed-minded of me. One of the most laugh-out-loud trying-to-look-supportive moments I've ever experienced was a very heterosexual, very unreflexive 50-yr old man thinking he was feeding back to me about C's work, but actually just telling me over and over again how beautiful he is). Anyway, looks like he's also turning out to be hippie-tastic. Which is definitely all good. I'm hoping there will be puppets, too...

Although saying that, I am major stressing over work. This is because I know I have to leave here at a specific time, and have done some tidying (i.e. and additional task besides the big one I'm doing right not) before I go. That's how terribly terribly bad I am at having Plans.