After-party

Amongst all of the glittering amazing personalities and characters in the scene I have always (90% of the time) quite happily seen myself as a sidekick. Of all the shining stars that are my friends, I am the stage hand.
I look at them being so talented, intelligent, hardworking, organised, strong, funny, gorgeous, and brave. And I love them so, so much for all of this. While dithering about being worried about silly trivial things in the background.

But this is not the point of my post.

What I have found over the years, is that I sometimes have days or nights when I feel like a shining star. When (tellingly) my anxiety falls away, and things fall into place.
When I walk away amazed at how I kept up with the conversation.
When I walk past a mirror and do a double-take at the strong sexy woman there.
When I wake up in the morning and think 'damn, did that really happen?'
And those times then twinkle away in my head, crystal clear, for years.

So, for all of the niggly things about last nights' warehouse play party that didn't sit quite steadily, I am more than inclined to heap enormous praise upon the organisers. 1) Because last night was a Shining Star night for me; and 2) Because they had the energy to stick out their necks and run that party.

It's so tempting to write a post waxing lyrical about specific things in a semi-salacious, journalistic way "and just as I was handed my drink, complete with strawberry and sparkler, this fellow wandered past with lines of coke on a silver tray. I would've had one if I wasn't distracted by the naked girl covered in whipped cream being placed on a podium in front of me"
But as it was I had a voddie pre-mix beveredge courtesy of Ms L and was only momentarily distraced by the gorgeous breasts of the sundae-girl while having a great in-depth conversation with someone.

The energy was pretty good. I expect that a bit more encouragement towards actual play could've gone down well. - In the form of a few more dark corners and a bit more equipment (where was there to tie or even lean someone to flog them?), - and in encouraging new folk to preplan a few activities with each other perhaps?
I do reserve judgement on this however, because I'm a two pot screamer who ran home to bed early and it may've picked up later.

I loved the level of lighting, I enjoyed some of the music, though it was perhaps a little too chilled most of the time. The smoke machine was good, as were the attentive bar staff. I even enjoyed watching the bio-boys do their hero mister-fixit routine when the power shorted (it needed an outdoor area for them to build a great big bonfire and hence get out of our way for the night I think *grins*). The shows were perfect for the space, people and vibe. The warehouse itself was wonderful.
And no-one at all got in my space or shit me.
That's pretty impressive.

Oh, and you'll have to ask me in person what I got up to. Needless to say I'm a teensy little bit sore and a very big bit daydreamy-squirmy today.
Yeay for Shining Star Parties!

A Thursday like this

Wow. What was that?
Feel like I’ve taken a little knock to the head.
It's been a long time since I've had a Thursday morning like this.

The Slox was full of babies again. I was drinking full strength beers and bouncing from conversation to conversation. Talking scene dramas, and sex, and blood. Talking relationships, and DJs, and gossip. There were queues to get into the pub, and dramas at the pool table. There was flirting and snogging and hugs and kisses and pinches and touching and holding hands.
The only thing missing from a complete flashback was a dance to Sveta playing her Sweet Dreams remix. But that might’ve been because I ran away at midnight like some shy Cinderella.
Or sensible Cinderella perhaps.
Ducking and weaving obstacles, including the perilous state of my brain, I nearly made it out in one piece ...but for the last seconds before I got into the taxi. Ouch.

But now, in the cold clear light of morning, I look and see only dints, not cracks, in my armour. Nothing broken.
I’m feeling a tad fragile, and am taking it out on my colleagues (not undeservedly may I add). And I am terribly relieved that my morning preschool storytime phoned and cancelled.
Oooh, that could’ve been ugly.
Now ...I wonder if I have any panadol left?

Oh my head

Back to work today.
It probably could've been more horrific than it was. In fact, it was suspiciously quiet at times.
Walked away with a headache.
But the day was made better by a teeny after-work beverage in honour of the 3+3x3 birthday of a friend.

Two big sensory impressions of the day -
1) Wow, corn tortillas make brilliant pizza bases!
We scoffed 2 each with (from the bottom up): tomato paste, shallots, corn, avocado, carrot, mushroom, sundried tomatos, mozarella. So yum.
We made more to take for lunch for work tomorrow.

2) Erk, the great unwashed and over-pickled on the train to work this morning. It was a headspinning cocktail of bad breath, perfume, over-ripe fruit, cough lollies, old boots and smelly woollen jumpers. Headphones can keep the winter snuffle chorus at bay; but there's nothing to keep the smells away. Though there was one bloke who was so pickled in after-shave I doubt he could smell anything else.

Hmmm. More work tomorrow eh. Bugger.
Best get to bed now.

Not quite a dogs dinner.

Came home from lovely day today catching up with beautiful people over warm drinks.
Took out the bins. Walked dog. Fed dog.

Now, yesterday Mr M lovingly had cooked up some meat and vegie offcuts and mixed it with some extra rice for Zen-dogs dins.
I found this mixture in the fridge and fed her. She scoffed it down, but later looked a big upset, and hid up the back of the yard. She normally does this if she's not feeling so well.

She didn't want to come inside. It's too cold to leave the door open for her, so after a few pats to check she wasn't too ill, I went in to look for my own dins. Leftovers from the stew and rice the other day.

Yup. You guessed it. I'd fed my rich people-food to the pup. No wonder she wasn't feeling perky.
As nice as her custom-made dins is, I declined a direct swap and made myself some avocado on toast instead :-)

Familiar ground.

Back at home. Sitting at the computer with a farting dog leaning up against me whinging at me to pat more pat more pat more.
Such a wonderful holiday away, but yesterday was a terrific thud back to earth. Ouch.
Off to the doc this morning hopefully. Sort out a wee holiday injury. Phone work and check when they're expecting me back. Wash clothes, clean, and other sundry chores.
Shall write up some holiday adventures and post some photos sometime soon.
Hmmm.

breathing out

a short happy dry warm post from tropical climes
happy and relaxed
it's been a while
*sighs*

Calenduler

Need some oitment for my head.
The little calender in my brain is so wonky. It feels like something from Alice in Wonderland in my head some days.
Seeing dates for events on Facebook and thinking "but didn't I do that/go there last weekend?"
No, Miss Y, you obviously didn't.
*sighs*
So I have now triple checked my flights and accomodation for next week.
Flying out Sunday - which means you will see me on a dancefloor near you on Saturday night.
Now...to spend the day cleaning the house in prep for Miss Kitty and Miss B to come house sit.

Warm fuzzies.

This afternoon Miss A and myself sat on a park bench in the winter sunshine and crocheted. She was an angel, bringing sweet chai tea and mini baked goods, and dispensing with sage advice for my mangled attempt at crocheting a hat.


There were a few brief moments of warmth that found me bare-legged and without coverings on my arms. *egads*. I wore my newest purchase of a floral 50's style frock (including petticoat to make it puff up just so), and it felt like we could pretend "that it was 8pm on a summer's eve, not 4pm in winter" as Miss A put it.


We watched puppies bark and play, a steady procession of lesbian mums, children on bikes, children stripping off clothes and running, laughing and nekkid. We saw happy dogs howling, aquaintances to say hello to, and handsome butches we'd agreed we'd like to follow home.


I'm feeling pretty relaxed now.
It's like I've stepped aside politely and let come-down Tuesday barge past me without a scrape.
Sweet.

.

Oh yeah.

After the party comes the domesticity.
Washing clothes, food shopping, cooking, walking the dog, and then watching tv with crochet in hand.
But what a lovely couple of nights...

...without a fabulous Inquy outfit I went with the safe fall-back dress, and as a result I was comfy and happy and had much mischievious fun. Yeay for all the gorgeous sexy people I got to hang out with!
And may I say: yeay for the totally not in-your-face security and cops. As opposed to other years where they've seemed to get tougher and tougher on any public displays of affection, and watch you suspiciously everytime you go to the toilet - This year they all faded into the background as I enjoyed my night. Fantastic.

Last night at Gurlesque was a delight, naturally, though I had a wee moment where my bouncy mood was getting a bit introspective, so I self-medicated my way out of it and on into the night!
Phoenix dancing was fun of course, running into old and new friends, having an in-memorium boogy, dodging many many spilt drinks and pushy people walking through. But in the end an early bedtime was a great thing for my wonky ankle. And I'm surprised at how well I behaved, and how well I scrubbed up today.

Now to the serious business of holidays. Long long walks with the dog. Organising things in the house. Catching up with family and friends. And then packing to fly away to warmer climes. *squeee*

post-Inqui

Well bugger me, wasn't that fun!
Let's do it all again!

Gurlesque you say?
Phoenix?

Indeed.
*claps hands*

Bouncing time!

lalalalalalalalala!
Holilililililidays!

And Inquisition = double happy Miss Y!

Could I be any bouncing-off-the-walls-happy?
Maybe not ...but I do have a long overdue haircut appointment in the morning *yeay*
Now if I could only find something totally fabulous to wear to Inqui I could be even happier again.

I know... I didn't think it possible either.

Oh, and did I mention the booking I've made for a week in a 5 star hotel in tropical queensland.
Could it get any better?
*nods sagely* Yes. I believe it can.
I can think of many fine things to do with all this free time.
*evil grin*

Nearly there.

Yaaaaaaaarrrrr! Holidays in mere hours!
Procrastinating from towering mountains of work by blogging.
Bad Miss Y *grins*

So... I'm not much of a song lyric poster. I find it all so over dramatic and cryptic at the best of times. "oooh, who are they referring to?"
Blargh.

But I shall break that today 'cos I had an Amy Winehouse soundtrack to my travels to work this morning. Perfect for a cold, wet, grey morning in the city.

I especially enjoyed 'Tears Dry on their Own' today.
And this one:

Just Friends

When will we get the time to be just friends
It's never safe for us not even in the evening
'Cos I've been drinking
Not in the morning where your shit works
It's always dangerous when everybody's sleeping
And I've been thinking
Can we be alone?
Can we be alone?

When will we get the time to be just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends
And no I'm not ashamed but the guilt will kill you
If she don't first
I'll never love you like her
Though we need to find the time
To just do this shit together
For it gets worse
I wanna touch you
But that just hurts

When will we get the time to be just just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends, just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends, just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends, just friends
Just friends

Oh, and no, this isn't a love song dedication okay.
*sighs*
Back to work now.

It's the calm before the storm.

It's a big night at work.
I always head in early on this day - but working until 9pm at a hectic pace for the last 4 hours of that, means I am totally knackered by the end of it all. So I'm still at home, in my jarmies, dog at my feet, trying to not to go into work so soon.
This year I am wonderfully more organised than ever before. Only have to chase up 1 sponsor and the media and organise a display for tonight, and other such fiddly things.
Have made it through wrangling of hundreds of entries, writing of speeches, talking to judges and sponsors and parents and schools and the young writers themselves. Have done mailouts and certificates and advertising and prizes and thankyou presents and catering and all my other library work besides.
This is the first big thing I've organised in some time, and it's nice to know that I still can, without always falling in a heap.

In other news, I made gluten-free mini cheesecakes last weekend. The first time I've made cheesecake. They turned out alright. Especially considering I'd replaced some of the cheese with banana, and all of the sugar with maple syrup. Yummo.
And I'm on holidays for 2 weeks from this weekend. So much more free baking time!
We're thinking of heading north for a week as well. Far north. For a real holiday. Any suggestions on where to go or what to do folks?

Careful does it.

Gotta watch my self-care. Am getting close to the highstrung, overtired, teary stage.
Still; previous years have seen me at this stage much sooner. Am doing very well this year, and am glad the whole event at work is on track so far.
I'm pleased to report that Operation Sane Grey is also still on track. Though I very nearly fell apart this evening. I was determined not to do that to myself though, and managed to hold myself together and walk away. Bloody close call though.
It's a good thing that Inqui will surely be full of enough entertainment to keep me suitably distracted.
Now to get this ankle all properly healed before I hit that dark and dirty dancefloor.