Brief update, more later

Back from Elf Fest.

Brad is right, in that many of the things we attempted were raging successes.

Did not manage to accomplish many of my personal goals. (not all of them are listed here.)

Did not manage to maintain a good mood. Got to the "can't be bothered to give a shit" place in the middle of Sunday afternoon. Kept going only because I don't break my promises.

Did not manage to properly introduce Allura to Lothlorien. She came away with no love of the land, or of camping in the rain and mud. She was not impressed by the technologies or the events. Or the people, come to think of it. And *she's* the pagan one. Go figure.

Did not manage to haul the Party God home. I know he will be comfortable until I can retrieve him. Perhaps he will bring blessings and good fortune to Lothlorien. Someone needs to; the Heart Tree died.

Did not manage ANY alone time with Ace. At all. (not entirely true, I went to his tent and massaged his aching back in an attempt to get him to stick around long enough to help with my Tiki Feast. Sneaky me.)

I did manage to get along well with Ace's wife. I did manage to reconnect with other Elf Friends. I did manage to put together a decent ritual, although we had to cut the second one. I did manage to stay reasonably clean and dry. I did get to go to Thunder Dome and do some dancing around the fire. I did even get to do a little bit of drumming. I did get to pick up some presents for Ace's wife, my Stepmom, stl_kitten, and etc. I did get to buy a few things for me. I did get reimbursed for much of my expenses for the Tiki crap. I did get to look fabulous, and do decent ritual. (Are you kidding? I pull better rituals out of my ass with no prep time than most rituals that took other people weeks to prepare!) We did the Ode to a Pig, and it turned out very well. This may be the only time I ever hear, "You were such a cute pig!" or "Your pig costume was adorable!"

Oink!

All in all, I am not sorry I went. I am sorry that I stressed about it, and I am sorry that I couldn't let go of more. This is where I learn the lesson about letting go... even when it costs me.

Now. If I can only get my libido up and running from a cold start...

Spring is over. Summer is here. And I have far too much to do.

Coming up: Introspection.

Pop songs and ugly realizations.

Long and cranky. The weekend went well, all things considered.

Than why am I a complete wreck?


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