New Year's
Jan. 3rd, 2002 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sierciaIn Rehoboth. The way it's supposed to be, and hasn't been for a few years. Boy was it fun. Nothing life altering, but a very good time.
I went down with a set of expectations, and besides that I had a good time, none of them were met. I thought I'd get reading done, I thought I'd get stitching done, and I got none of either. However, I did think I'd make a closer acquaintance of some very cool people, and I was 100% correct about that.
Dropped the widget off with the parentsFriday, acquired a brother, and make the 6 hour haul down. Hang out for a bit, crash and sleep. Get up Saturday, go stock up on groceries, shop in town (getting a cutecutecute new needlepoint project in the process), say hi to new arrivals, trek with Shani to get Kungfoogirl at the world's tiniest airport, hang out in the party house, get gussied up (thanks, dory, for the great hair), go out to Dogfish Head for dinner, go home, drink, talk, play, crash. Sunday, make breakfast, hang out at the quiet house, go see Kate&Leopold, hang out at the party house, go out for a smaller group dinner, hang out at the party house, crash. Monday, go out to breakfast, hang out being girly at the quiet house, go with Carrie to get prom hair, get dressed up (thanks Dory, for the fabulous makeup), go out for yummy sushi, come back, drink, hang out, drink, smooch, drink, ring in the new year, drink, smooch, drink, talk, crash. Monday, go out to breakfast, drive home with a baby hangover, pick up baby, get home, crash hard.
That's the short version. There was so much more. Moments that have already disappeared from my mind, others that I want to savor for a while. One of the things that I had resolved at this party was that I wanted to spend time with people outside of my usual crowd. That's hard for me - I'm shy (no, really!) and I don't make small talk well. But I'm tired of being "elitist", or being perceived that way, and good grief, what's the point of driving 8 hours to hang out with people I see in Boston all the time? Of course, if there was ever a party that justified that, it was this one, since I haven't had a chance to spend completely unfettered time with my friends in forever. But, no matter. And I think I did that. I talked to a very nice lemur, and liked him rather a lot, and I think I made a new friend in kungfoogirl. (See, she'd be a perfect example of meeting-but-not-really at a party. I met her at an Atlantim and probably pretty much ignored her. This time I spent time with her, and really enjoyed it. lesson learned). I sought out Sydney, particularly when I heard she wasn't happy, and was really pleased to meet her face to face too. I was sorry she left. And I got to spend time and connect with people I've always liked but not spent enough time with (Kieron, Smurfchick, and Tigerlily most notably). I hit, what felt to me, just the right balance of hanging with my friends, being sociable with the group, and taking time alone, and I'm pleased.
I almost completely forgot about Widget while I was there. I know I forgot what she looked like, and I think I horrified Wiley when I told him that. I didn't want to come home, but I did, and have found that the break was good for me.
I didn't like seeing more than one of my friends get their hearts broken, in both large and small matters and ways. I did like getting to smooch lots of people and have a great deal of fun doing it. I didn't like breaking the heel on my spiffy new shoes. I did like spending time with my brother. I was sad that Sydney decided it wasn't the right place for her and left, and I'm sad I didn't know how to make her feel better, and want to stay. I wanted to spend more time with her. I'm glad I told off one friend about how hurtful he's being towards another, and I'm mad he wrote it off as my being drunk. I resolve to keep repeating myself until he fixes it, or stops talking to me. Someone who acts the way he does isn't that great a loss if he does the latter. I'm glad I was drunk enough to ask Jost a question I've been dying to ask him, but didn't want to be rude, and I'm glad I was sober enough to make use of the answer to settle an important question that I've been puzzling over in my mind for a long time. He probably doesn't know it, but that talk was hugely important to me. I'm glad I got to spend time being girly, and to see a chick flick with the girls.
I'm glad I got to go.
I went down with a set of expectations, and besides that I had a good time, none of them were met. I thought I'd get reading done, I thought I'd get stitching done, and I got none of either. However, I did think I'd make a closer acquaintance of some very cool people, and I was 100% correct about that.
Dropped the widget off with the parentsFriday, acquired a brother, and make the 6 hour haul down. Hang out for a bit, crash and sleep. Get up Saturday, go stock up on groceries, shop in town (getting a cutecutecute new needlepoint project in the process), say hi to new arrivals, trek with Shani to get Kungfoogirl at the world's tiniest airport, hang out in the party house, get gussied up (thanks, dory, for the great hair), go out to Dogfish Head for dinner, go home, drink, talk, play, crash. Sunday, make breakfast, hang out at the quiet house, go see Kate&Leopold, hang out at the party house, go out for a smaller group dinner, hang out at the party house, crash. Monday, go out to breakfast, hang out being girly at the quiet house, go with Carrie to get prom hair, get dressed up (thanks Dory, for the fabulous makeup), go out for yummy sushi, come back, drink, hang out, drink, smooch, drink, ring in the new year, drink, smooch, drink, talk, crash. Monday, go out to breakfast, drive home with a baby hangover, pick up baby, get home, crash hard.
That's the short version. There was so much more. Moments that have already disappeared from my mind, others that I want to savor for a while. One of the things that I had resolved at this party was that I wanted to spend time with people outside of my usual crowd. That's hard for me - I'm shy (no, really!) and I don't make small talk well. But I'm tired of being "elitist", or being perceived that way, and good grief, what's the point of driving 8 hours to hang out with people I see in Boston all the time? Of course, if there was ever a party that justified that, it was this one, since I haven't had a chance to spend completely unfettered time with my friends in forever. But, no matter. And I think I did that. I talked to a very nice lemur, and liked him rather a lot, and I think I made a new friend in kungfoogirl. (See, she'd be a perfect example of meeting-but-not-really at a party. I met her at an Atlantim and probably pretty much ignored her. This time I spent time with her, and really enjoyed it. lesson learned). I sought out Sydney, particularly when I heard she wasn't happy, and was really pleased to meet her face to face too. I was sorry she left. And I got to spend time and connect with people I've always liked but not spent enough time with (Kieron, Smurfchick, and Tigerlily most notably). I hit, what felt to me, just the right balance of hanging with my friends, being sociable with the group, and taking time alone, and I'm pleased.
I almost completely forgot about Widget while I was there. I know I forgot what she looked like, and I think I horrified Wiley when I told him that. I didn't want to come home, but I did, and have found that the break was good for me.
I didn't like seeing more than one of my friends get their hearts broken, in both large and small matters and ways. I did like getting to smooch lots of people and have a great deal of fun doing it. I didn't like breaking the heel on my spiffy new shoes. I did like spending time with my brother. I was sad that Sydney decided it wasn't the right place for her and left, and I'm sad I didn't know how to make her feel better, and want to stay. I wanted to spend more time with her. I'm glad I told off one friend about how hurtful he's being towards another, and I'm mad he wrote it off as my being drunk. I resolve to keep repeating myself until he fixes it, or stops talking to me. Someone who acts the way he does isn't that great a loss if he does the latter. I'm glad I was drunk enough to ask Jost a question I've been dying to ask him, but didn't want to be rude, and I'm glad I was sober enough to make use of the answer to settle an important question that I've been puzzling over in my mind for a long time. He probably doesn't know it, but that talk was hugely important to me. I'm glad I got to spend time being girly, and to see a chick flick with the girls.
I'm glad I got to go.
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Date: 2002-01-03 12:45 pm (UTC)Both you and Wiley are just wonderful.
Spending time with you was DEFINATELY one of the highlights of the party.
I owe you HUGE thanks.
*hugs*
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Date: 2002-01-03 10:13 pm (UTC)You, my darling dear, are amazing and I love you.