Chronarchy

So what did I do this weekend?

I saw some old friends and met some new ones. I got to hang out in the hot tub, naked with hotties. I added a few rumours to the mill. I had the most killer slumber party ever (sans axe-murderers). I spent more than one workshop sitting between two beautiful women. I was not sat on by m3ch, but he did threaten to when I stared at his wife's chest (I was merely following directions). I wielded shadow puppets with dastardly effect. I got lost on backroads in the mountains with a hottie and didn't run out of gas and succumb to a murderous man with a hook in place of his hand. I touched beautycorrosion's head. I heard someone else invoke Our Lady to win at pool. I learned that I radiate heat like a mofo, enough that women push me away. I ate gold-foiled grapes, and licked things off someone's fingers, only to have the favour returned. . .

And why did I come home?

Well, let's just put it this way: "Musta been a fever made me leave her, that's what it seems. . ."

beautycorrosion and m3ch truly know the meaning of "Hospitality".

I look forward to next year.

More when I get it written up. Let's just say that I've never been to a festival like this, and I think it went perfectly.

"I look in the mirror and what do I see? The gypsy and fool I always will be. . ."

I've just read all your journal entries. FYI, if I posted a comment, you should feel special, because I read about 450 journal entries in about 2 hours :)

The rest of you have terribly interesting and complicated lives, but I admit I was in a hurry :)

Maybe next time?