Mild insanity in the name of fun.
Here are the crazy things I am doing in the name of having a fun birthday/Labor Day weekend:
- Sharing a room with both my boyfriends and one of them's other girlfriend. I would cautiously say we all get along well. The boyfriends are different in a particular way that only bothers one of them. The one who gets bothered is also very private and not a crowd person, but somehow it seemed like a good idea to suggest that he spend the long weekend in close quarters and crowds. The other girlfriend and I generally get along great, but she needs to feel secure that she's his date. Generally that's fine, but it might be slightly odd on my birthday. Hopefully not.
- Checking two very full, heavy suitcases for the flight. I'm bringing many costumes, many pairs of footwear, just huge amounts of crap. I'm doing this because last year we decided to travel light and not take any costumes and spent the whole weekend bummed out that we weren't dressed up in fun silly ways like everyone else.
- Strapping, squeezing, wedging and tying myself in a variety of outfits that will almost certainly be one or more of the following: too hot, too cold, blister-causing or prone to wardrobe malfunction. And if they do work, I won't be able to walk across the room in under an hour because of having to stop for photos.
Fun! Why do I do these things to myself?
- Sharing a room with both my boyfriends and one of them's other girlfriend. I would cautiously say we all get along well. The boyfriends are different in a particular way that only bothers one of them. The one who gets bothered is also very private and not a crowd person, but somehow it seemed like a good idea to suggest that he spend the long weekend in close quarters and crowds. The other girlfriend and I generally get along great, but she needs to feel secure that she's his date. Generally that's fine, but it might be slightly odd on my birthday. Hopefully not.
- Checking two very full, heavy suitcases for the flight. I'm bringing many costumes, many pairs of footwear, just huge amounts of crap. I'm doing this because last year we decided to travel light and not take any costumes and spent the whole weekend bummed out that we weren't dressed up in fun silly ways like everyone else.
- Strapping, squeezing, wedging and tying myself in a variety of outfits that will almost certainly be one or more of the following: too hot, too cold, blister-causing or prone to wardrobe malfunction. And if they do work, I won't be able to walk across the room in under an hour because of having to stop for photos.
Fun! Why do I do these things to myself?