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26 July, 1998 Good Times
Good times.
These are the good times.
I'm still trying to process everything which happened this weekend. From Sabs' family visiting to the party on Saturday night. Family Visitation Going to France to visit Sabs' family, was one thing, you see. Having first his grandparents and now his aunt, uncle and cousin here was different. Over there I was on my best behavior and mostly, well-rested, more able and willing to be accomodating. Here, I felt invaded, that I had to change our lives drastically to accomodate a "tourist" mind-set. I didn't like that. Though going to see Mount Vernon was worth it. It's very pretty down there and Sabs and I decided that getting our bikes and doing the trail down the river would be a nice idea for weekends. But I hate having to be responsible for coming with ideas and plans to occupy the time. I've become a very "go-with-the-flow" kind of girl. So I feel very pressured and uncomfortable when all of the sudden, people are asking me what the plan is. I just hate being put on the spot like that, and then falling short. Don't get me started on the aunt and his mother both asking me if they could take the trash down, almost the minute they walked in. The implied slight to my housekeeping really annoys me. To boot what they were looking at wasn't trash, it was recycling which only gets taken out every 2 weeks or so. So there. All that aside, it was good to see them again, especially since the France trip wasn't that long ago. The other nice part is that I've almost immediately been drawn into the "you're family now" circle, which is both reassuring and frightening at the same time. Party What can I say about the party without winding up dropping names like a fool? Hem. Okay let's try it this way. I liked every one I met except for one person who scared the living daylights out of me. I couldn't decide if it was the alcohol or just this person's natural state, but suffice to say that the behavior involved disturbed me. Three of them are exactly as I imagined they would be and speak aloud in the same fashion as in their journals. Two of them have great moves on the dance floor and one of them was just so nice that I'm very much looking forward to another meeting sometime. I also ran into one person whom I wasn't expecting but was very glad to be able to meet and is in fact just as sweet in person as on-line too. Which, in retrospect isn't all that surprising. Julia and I wound up spending a large part of the time sitting on the steps talking while the party flowed around us. This means that we got a shot at talking to/interacting with/observing almost every single person who was there, except the ones who stayed rooted out of doors. We had a nice long chat, and giggled a lot at the antics of some. We talked of dreams and made plans and generally laughed our arses off. I also hung out quite a bit with the Mindspace contingent which was also very nice. I now have a lot of faces and ways of speaking and moving to attach to writing which is really nice -- adds a more human dimension to the words on the screen. It's also vaguely disorienting, because now I read something and I think "Oh ... wait ... I MET this person" and that gives things a bit of a different angle ... if you know what I mean. I also have some very fun memories of certain people gettin' down and shakin' their bootys on the dance floor, baby. In other words, I had a great time. To all those who made it possible ... Thank you |
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