party party party
Well. That was interesting. Just got "home" from a great party. Home, in this case, being Sol's house, only Sol's not here, just his neurotic cat. I'm keeping the cat company. The cat, in exchange, is almost certainly going to keep me awake most of the rest of the night.
Costumes ranged from none-at-all, to simple yet hilarious, to fairly complex & involved characters. The party also had a wide range of party-ness. It cycled from stand around and talk, to deafeningly loud stand around & talk, to quietly lying around & telling ghost stories & back to moderately loud slouch around and talk. Along with the people, there were two goats & a dog. I was not wearing a costume, unless a private joke with myself counts as such. I had on a long, tight skirt that's polka-dotted all over with flowers, a pink top, rhinestone bracelets, and heeled boots. Those who know me well will understand why I found the outfit funny.
As for me, I'm glowy.
I received one of the best shoulder rubs I've ever had. The man had amazing hands, and an excellent understanding of where tension hides. Better yet, I was simultaneously getting my feet rubbed. Bliss.
I arrived at the party feeling very much not-at-my-best. From my perspective I was bloated, blotchy, and bedraggled (I desperately need a haircut. It is well beyond my tolerance for shaggy). From all the attention I got, none of it was obvious to other people.
One thing that happened has happened to me at other parties. I've never understood it. I was telling a story to two people. By the time I was done telling the story, I had an audience of 6 or more. Why? I know great story tellers. I've copied enough of their tricks that I'm an okay story teller. But I'm not a great one.
Do you ever wish you could see yourself, just for a few moments, through other people's eyes? Perhaps if I could do that, I would understand why people sometimes choose to listen to me.
As to the rest of the attention? One gentleman paid me a number of generous compliments. The foot-rubber was clearly willing to go home with me. I couldn't tell if the fellow rubbing my shoulders was interested in that way or not (the shoulder rub had been offered to K2, and after her 2nd failure to respond to this offer, I intercepted it), but he clearly chose to talk to me more than to other people. Or perhaps I was just barging into the corner he had 'claimed.'
I am soooo not used to being single. While I appreciate and enjoy this sort of feedback, and it's an excellent time in my life to be receiving it, it's still rather weird.
Okay. I need sleep. I meant to leave the party hours ago, but S&R didn't show up until quite late, so I stayed to talk to them. Then the physical touch started, and I was too hungry for it too leave while it was available.
Costumes ranged from none-at-all, to simple yet hilarious, to fairly complex & involved characters. The party also had a wide range of party-ness. It cycled from stand around and talk, to deafeningly loud stand around & talk, to quietly lying around & telling ghost stories & back to moderately loud slouch around and talk. Along with the people, there were two goats & a dog. I was not wearing a costume, unless a private joke with myself counts as such. I had on a long, tight skirt that's polka-dotted all over with flowers, a pink top, rhinestone bracelets, and heeled boots. Those who know me well will understand why I found the outfit funny.
As for me, I'm glowy.
I received one of the best shoulder rubs I've ever had. The man had amazing hands, and an excellent understanding of where tension hides. Better yet, I was simultaneously getting my feet rubbed. Bliss.
I arrived at the party feeling very much not-at-my-best. From my perspective I was bloated, blotchy, and bedraggled (I desperately need a haircut. It is well beyond my tolerance for shaggy). From all the attention I got, none of it was obvious to other people.
One thing that happened has happened to me at other parties. I've never understood it. I was telling a story to two people. By the time I was done telling the story, I had an audience of 6 or more. Why? I know great story tellers. I've copied enough of their tricks that I'm an okay story teller. But I'm not a great one.
Do you ever wish you could see yourself, just for a few moments, through other people's eyes? Perhaps if I could do that, I would understand why people sometimes choose to listen to me.
As to the rest of the attention? One gentleman paid me a number of generous compliments. The foot-rubber was clearly willing to go home with me. I couldn't tell if the fellow rubbing my shoulders was interested in that way or not (the shoulder rub had been offered to K2, and after her 2nd failure to respond to this offer, I intercepted it), but he clearly chose to talk to me more than to other people. Or perhaps I was just barging into the corner he had 'claimed.'
I am soooo not used to being single. While I appreciate and enjoy this sort of feedback, and it's an excellent time in my life to be receiving it, it's still rather weird.
Okay. I need sleep. I meant to leave the party hours ago, but S&R didn't show up until quite late, so I stayed to talk to them. Then the physical touch started, and I was too hungry for it too leave while it was available.