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Being home equals goodness.
I slaved away getting the class ready (it was a brand-new class with totally new materials) and Mabon written. It was very productive, and on Friday the class went really well. Some of us went to Taco Cabana for chow afterwards, and sat around gabbing for a good while after we finished our meal. I started to get nervous when a big crowd of young raver twerps poured in, and suggested we leave when some of them got into a shouting match with an old drunk bum. Unfortunately, they took it out to the parking lot where Homer was parked. I was getting into the car when I heard a loud *smack*, and one of the punks had KO'd the bum with one swing. I had already started the car, but the bum was not moving at all and the punks had bolted. So I ran inside and told the manager. They appeared to be helping him up as I left. That's a relief, at least. I see plenty of violence on TV and whatnot, but being that close to it in real life was very odd, and not in the good way.
Anyway, Mabon went well. It was scheduled for Gordon's backyard, and there was a bit of panic because it rained all day. But Gordon used his Tetris skills to pack all his furniture into his kitchen which made the living room in an otherwise tiny duplex into a decent ritual space. I got a lot of positive feedback, which was gratifying. The last couple of rituals seemed to go by without much feedback, and it was getting frustrating. Feasting and comradeship was had by most if not all. Happy Mabon. :)
I came home and was typically buzzed and couldn't get to sleep, so I dug what ended up being a small shard of glass out of my foot... so that's what hurt so much! Damnit.
Without meaning to crow too much, hub and I have done a lot of shagging the last few days. And it's been really good shagging too. And snuggling and talking and smooching. Sometimes I feel like the luckiest person around. In November, I will have known him for six years- which doesn't seem long compared to some couples (I want to grow up to be like Lady G and her hubby, or Lady B and her wife) it's the longest relationship I've ever been in, and it just gets better and better. I've got it good, and I'm grateful. Thanks, universe. *kiss noise*
I slaved away getting the class ready (it was a brand-new class with totally new materials) and Mabon written. It was very productive, and on Friday the class went really well. Some of us went to Taco Cabana for chow afterwards, and sat around gabbing for a good while after we finished our meal. I started to get nervous when a big crowd of young raver twerps poured in, and suggested we leave when some of them got into a shouting match with an old drunk bum. Unfortunately, they took it out to the parking lot where Homer was parked. I was getting into the car when I heard a loud *smack*, and one of the punks had KO'd the bum with one swing. I had already started the car, but the bum was not moving at all and the punks had bolted. So I ran inside and told the manager. They appeared to be helping him up as I left. That's a relief, at least. I see plenty of violence on TV and whatnot, but being that close to it in real life was very odd, and not in the good way.
Anyway, Mabon went well. It was scheduled for Gordon's backyard, and there was a bit of panic because it rained all day. But Gordon used his Tetris skills to pack all his furniture into his kitchen which made the living room in an otherwise tiny duplex into a decent ritual space. I got a lot of positive feedback, which was gratifying. The last couple of rituals seemed to go by without much feedback, and it was getting frustrating. Feasting and comradeship was had by most if not all. Happy Mabon. :)
I came home and was typically buzzed and couldn't get to sleep, so I dug what ended up being a small shard of glass out of my foot... so that's what hurt so much! Damnit.
Without meaning to crow too much, hub and I have done a lot of shagging the last few days. And it's been really good shagging too. And snuggling and talking and smooching. Sometimes I feel like the luckiest person around. In November, I will have known him for six years- which doesn't seem long compared to some couples (I want to grow up to be like Lady G and her hubby, or Lady B and her wife) it's the longest relationship I've ever been in, and it just gets better and better. I've got it good, and I'm grateful. Thanks, universe. *kiss noise*
