. . . . some large number to go.
I survived running My Very First Game.
First day of classes today; the semester has officially begun. My schedule looks sane on paper — I’m not in class that much — but we’ll see how the workload turns out.
At least I spent the weekend properly enjoying myself. I missed the first half or so of the Week of Parties, but was there for the end. Thursday was eleven hours at the Foxpad, watching two renditions of Pride and Prejudice while working on my Concordia costume; the sad thing is, for eleven hours of work, I have very little to show for it. Mostly I just cut: first the pattern itself, then a layer of satin, then a layer of lace, then a layer of lining, then a layer of underlining . . . I was heartily sick of the bodice pattern by the fifth time I cut it out. Then martini night, as per the usual, and then a quiet Friday before the dance party that night.
I told him this before, but I’ll reiterate it: Drydem can DJ every dance party I go to from now until the end of time, so far as I’m concerned. Because the theme of the party was international, we got all manner of things your average person might not consider dance music, but it sounded a lot like my CD collection (I recognized quite a few of the tunes), and I loved it. I’m finally comfortable enough around this social circle to dance without feeling too self-conscious, which is great. Got some impromptu bellydancing lessons from DCM and Prosewitch, which excercised not only physical muscles that aren’t so much there anymore, but mental ones too; it’s been a long time since I had to try and follow another dancer’s lead like that. Expected to be grotesquely sore the next day, but it actually wasn’t that bad, probably because I had the good sense to stretch after I got started.
That was the official end of Party Week 2006, but for an encore I went to Feyangel’s BHSS game on Saturday, which went grotesquely long, but oh, the wonderful high school angst. It’s interesting, how much fun it can be to play teenaged stupidity when you have the perspective to know just how stupid it is. My character will no doubt be a vampire snack before too much longer, but that’s okay; I expect her to fill the role of “damsel in distress” on a semi-regular basis.
So that’s what I’ve been up to during the days of radio silence when I was preparing to switch my journal setup. Settling into this new home will take a little while, I think, but I’m already pretty fond of it. Bit by bit, my website is turning into what I want it to be.
Let’s see how many people from my friends list successfully make the hop over here. Welcome to those of you who have.
Testing, testing, one, two, three.