I'm not trying to avoid my lovely housemates. Really I'm not. It's just there's so many exciting things going on I'm reduced to skulking back home like a thief in the middle of the night, collapsing into bed with exhaustion and never seeing them! Finally, after far too many long slow trainrides and dodgy buses and the like at some ghostlike time well after 2am on a Monday night, when nobody else is out, I got back from a weekend-that-went-on-and-became-a-bit-more. *zonk*
Firstly, there was
the Elephant of sensory overload, which no image or words can really do justice to, as it was an assault on all the senses (including those of wetness! Wheee splashy wet elephant!) So much of this oriental wizardry was dreamlike and I didn't really follow the story that was supposedly unfolding, but I didn't have to. It was just a weirdness happening right there in central london, causing chaos wherever it went. And sadly I had to wave byebye to Elephant and zoom off on a very-slow-train-because-the-mainline-is-closed-yet-AGAIN-AAARGH! to Cambridge for
the social event of the year. *squeeee*
atreic and
emperor both looked stunningly beautiful at their
Wedding Ceilidh (
evil_nick's photos).
atreic's wedding dress is indeed a thing of much loveiness to behold, and spun nicely when she was dancing. I approve muchly! Squeees and bouncey congratulations to them both, and yay for many pretty people there! Somehow, and I've still no idea how this all works and how everything fits together, they'd conspired to arrange several of my circles of friends all under the same roof, causing me much joy. There was a reunion of sorts of Ardgour people, but also many goths, geeks and even dancers many who I'd not seen since my Cambridge days, as well as various randoms like
yvesilena, who I'd not seen in far too long and spend much time hugging and squeeeing at. How do all these different people know each other? *mystified* Ceilidhs are good as they are a wonderful excuse to flirt outrageously with both close friends and complete strangers, although I'm sad we ran out of dances before getting to ask
atreic for a dance. I enjoyed very nice dances with lovely
ghoti,
yvesilena,
aiwendel,
mirabehn,
strongtrousers (oh random dance of doom!),
medieval_bunny and
deborah_c, who I hope didn't mind my overenthusiatic swinging *spinspinspin*, and then suddenly we ran out of dances before I ran out of pretty people to dance with, but there was still lots of cake, and it was GOOD cake, so all is forgiven. Maybe. I'd still like to flirt more. *wrysmile*
There was a lot of rain. This was a good thing and a bad thing. Lots of train rides and rain streaking down the train windows make me oddly happy, watching the warmly snug train race across the gloomy wet landscape. Makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. It did kill my getting-out-and-being-sociable plans for Sunday, or maybe I was feeling overpeopled, but after being cruelly woken up by a zonky
cassielalone heading for work, I spent a long time watching the rain splash down in the puddles outside and decided that warm-bed indoors was far preferable to going outside, and besides there was
cassielalone's anime library of joy to tempt me to stay in. Yay for Noir - I now have an unhealthy crush on Chloe, to the extent of using interweb found images of Chloe at work today for testing purposes (yes, I now download anime images as part of my work ... how nice is that?? *squeee*)
Now, maybe I'm strange like this, but I have no problems in considering "just hopping over to Reading for the evening", even on a weekday, a perfectly normal thing to do. I've done it many times, and yesterday it was
taimatsu's birthday, so it seemed a good enough reason to go again. Despite all the drama this always entails, as I only noticed late on Sunday I'd have no time to go home as I was travelling to work direct from Cambridge on Monday morning. I got a sudden shock when the train claimed it was not stopping at Reading and the first stop was in WALES or something, but it lied and somehow I ended up in Reading at just the right time, for lovely Wagamama goodness, and er ... a ... er ...
film. Which will remain nameless, although it was so dreadfully bad it was actually really hilariously good. And you know, there was a trailer of the next
Pirates of the Caribbean so maybe all is forgiven. *deppdrool*
And then, the train home cunningly timed to arrive in Paddington just as the tube shuts. You know that really annoying half hour between about 12:30 and 1AM where although there might be night buses heading out from central london, you'll be very lucky to find any night buses heading towards the center? Yes, well I got caught by that yet again and the journey home took a very very long time indeed. I is dead today. *collapses*
( burning question of the day )