The day that didn't end
There isn't much to write about but I feel like writing anyway.
Moots are awesome. Even if they're inside and strange, they are awesome. Engling hunts are the bomb. I havenÂt laughed so much at a game in a long time.
Hardcore is insane. So is Dr. Doom. I'm not quite sure if I'd classify Doom's set as music cuz it doesn't really have any sort of melody. But you needed to concentrate on the set so you didn't have to see the sub-disgusting visuals. *shiver* Many other branches of awesomeness were had at that party.
Sleep just wasn't avoidable after that and the interesting position in which I managed to find with Bishop was rather amusing. We were sitting on the "Two person, or one really fat person, rocking chair" that used to be in Rick and cella's house. He had a pillow in his lap and my head was on that, my body more horizontal then vertical, and he leaned over and rested is shoulders and head on my back. It was oddly comfortable.
Tea was good. We managed to bring eight strung out ravers with us (including Me, Tim, Anthony, Mimi, Jay, Bishop, Owen and Paul). It was quite interesting and nummy biscuit things from Jen were awesome and appreciated.
Then I got to pick up my mom from the airport. Wee. Uneventful (as much as taking the truck to the airport can be uneventful).
I was able to sleep for four more hours before dinner was called. I ended up not going to fire, because there was apparently none to be had and went out to coffee with Paul (one of the ravers that was dragged with us to tea). It was somewhat interesting and long conversations were had. Very different points of view which were rather cool. I think we're going to plan to meet up on Friday. We'll see how that goes.
Time to get ready to be a Helper Monkey. Then write a proposal. So much for capoiera tonight. We'll maybe. It is a rather short proposal.