From the crypt
I've been snarly, snappish and generally hateful recently - I hope I hide it reasonably well, but it's still there and it festers - so I needed something to get me all grounded and positive again, and, despite a screamingly horrible drive down to London and an even worse one back up (as far as I can tell, every person who was at the FA Cup final on Saturday decided to head back up North at exactly the same time that I did - yet another reason to hate the game) the weekend was exactly what I needed. Come to think of it, even the travelling had its memorable parts. It remains to be seen whether the tenner I gave to a guy who'd lost his wallet and was stuck a hundred odd miles from home will come back to me (he seemed genuine, and I was talking to him for about 20 minutes while he tried to sort stuff out, but I suppose I won't know unless I hear from him). Maybe I tend towards the overtrusting, but I am at least knowingly so - if that makes any sense at all.
One image that will linger is the sight of a couple of bikers pulling alongside each other on the motorway at 80 miles an hour and touching their gloved fists together before parting company (one to face the joys of the M25, the other on to the Smoke). I'm not sure why this touched me as much as it did. I suppose it was the evidence of a certain no nonsense male camaraderie that I've never had, and to be honest, would neither want nor be comfortable with but, for some reason, appeals anyway.
It was lovely to see Miriam and I had a fab evening (I hope she did too), which included good food, a nice natter and fun with makeup :). And it turns out that she looks better in my favourite corset than I do . Grrr.
Invocation was exactly as I expected - a lovely setting, which, appropriately for a goth night, resembles nothing so much as a disused crypt; fab music (and I even recognised a fair part of it); and so many pretty clothes. And there was much enjoyable conversation with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lareinemisere including a scarily incisive and insightful comment that, I must admit, threw me rather and provided some food for thought.
Oh, and my mother managed to offload far too many books on me. Goody. I'll be needing more bookshelves then.
But a fab weekend all round. Thanks all :)
One image that will linger is the sight of a couple of bikers pulling alongside each other on the motorway at 80 miles an hour and touching their gloved fists together before parting company (one to face the joys of the M25, the other on to the Smoke). I'm not sure why this touched me as much as it did. I suppose it was the evidence of a certain no nonsense male camaraderie that I've never had, and to be honest, would neither want nor be comfortable with but, for some reason, appeals anyway.
It was lovely to see Miriam and I had a fab evening (I hope she did too), which included good food, a nice natter and fun with makeup :). And it turns out that she looks better in my favourite corset than I do . Grrr.
Invocation was exactly as I expected - a lovely setting, which, appropriately for a goth night, resembles nothing so much as a disused crypt; fab music (and I even recognised a fair part of it); and so many pretty clothes. And there was much enjoyable conversation with
lareinemisere including a scarily incisive and insightful comment that, I must admit, threw me rather and provided some food for thought. Oh, and my mother managed to offload far too many books on me. Goody. I'll be needing more bookshelves then.
But a fab weekend all round. Thanks all :)