Weekend stuffs.
Friday, J&I stayed in and fell asleep early on the couch like old married people. Saturday, we got up to go to the Spoutwood Farm Faerie Festival, which was, to my surprise, freakin' huge. Like, really. Big. Danced a solo to a Balkan song I've never before heard with DragonSong Band, and it went surprisingly well (I have a solo-block in my head, but I am working on it, I swear). Saw the Gypsy Nomads, ransacked Father Dunn's for an antique cowrie tassel pair that will be a part of an awesome headdress posthaste, and then met up with 
marinatempest to dance again with DragonSong in their second set.
I missedmermaiden & willow_cabin, somehow, even though I was looking for them all day. Boo. :( I also forgot my camera, but a lot of people took pics of the dancing and asked for pics with me, so I assume some of them will show up on Flickr at some point.
Also, I got asked a bajillion times if my hot pink hair is a wig. It is not.
The best part of the day was the five year old girl who shyly came up to me and gave me a little glittery bag of "faerie dust." Adorable, and I have it in my purse as a little talisman.
By that time, my feet were killing me, owing to walking on gravel in thin shoes and also stubbing my toe pretty righteously during the last song in DragonSong's set. I should have known that putting on anything with a heel would be stupid, but I wore my SexyBoots (tm) down to DC for Kevin's birthday shenanigans, which began with a clusterf*ck of us going to the wrong restaurant because Liaa had to cancel and change the reservation, and no one was picking up their freakin' phones. But eventually all was well-- except for the fact that by the time we got to Black Cat for dancing, my feet, they were on fire. But I sucked it up and smiled and danced and hobbled my way back to the car while contemplating asking Jason to carry me. Y'all, it was bad. The balls of my feet are TORE UP.
Yesterday was the day of relaxation. Massages (oh, my aching feet-- this is a theme) and giving Dr. Who a second try, starting with Christopher Eccleston. I don't really know why it didn't take for me the first time. Probably the graphics. But we got through episode five last night, and I don't mind it so much. I still don't think it's my thing, but it's more watchable this time.
Evening ended with a pretty nasty anxiety attack followed by a night of nightmares, so boo to that.
Today: working on stuff, dinner with Abby.
marinatempest to dance again with DragonSong in their second set.I missed
mermaiden & willow_cabin, somehow, even though I was looking for them all day. Boo. :( I also forgot my camera, but a lot of people took pics of the dancing and asked for pics with me, so I assume some of them will show up on Flickr at some point.Also, I got asked a bajillion times if my hot pink hair is a wig. It is not.
The best part of the day was the five year old girl who shyly came up to me and gave me a little glittery bag of "faerie dust." Adorable, and I have it in my purse as a little talisman.
By that time, my feet were killing me, owing to walking on gravel in thin shoes and also stubbing my toe pretty righteously during the last song in DragonSong's set. I should have known that putting on anything with a heel would be stupid, but I wore my SexyBoots (tm) down to DC for Kevin's birthday shenanigans, which began with a clusterf*ck of us going to the wrong restaurant because Liaa had to cancel and change the reservation, and no one was picking up their freakin' phones. But eventually all was well-- except for the fact that by the time we got to Black Cat for dancing, my feet, they were on fire. But I sucked it up and smiled and danced and hobbled my way back to the car while contemplating asking Jason to carry me. Y'all, it was bad. The balls of my feet are TORE UP.
Yesterday was the day of relaxation. Massages (oh, my aching feet-- this is a theme) and giving Dr. Who a second try, starting with Christopher Eccleston. I don't really know why it didn't take for me the first time. Probably the graphics. But we got through episode five last night, and I don't mind it so much. I still don't think it's my thing, but it's more watchable this time.
Evening ended with a pretty nasty anxiety attack followed by a night of nightmares, so boo to that.
Today: working on stuff, dinner with Abby.