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Just popping in quickly to say blazingskies's and greyfore's wedding was the most awesome and beautiful wedding I have been to. Huge hugs to you guys. I worry I sounded cranky last night when I posted my "back home" thingit, but don't ever think I didn't enjoy the event! It was so wonderful, especially as I've really drifted away from the Finnish Pagan scene (and there aren't really people in my home town to do that kind of thing with anyway). And just to be in a space with so many warm and intelligent and gentle people who grokked each other was wonderful--people were right, you guys should've just called it WeddingCon:) You must send me a copy of the ceremony, guys. I have already been talking about it to people and was crying and omg, it was just so wonderful .__. YOU GUYS *hugs*
Wetherby was a bit rougher and I felt awful there despite lonemagpie and sweetheartwhale being cuddly and sweet. It's a long story and I don't even know if I will end up blogging it, but let's just say that because of some of the stuff there, this could have been the most awful holiday I'd ever had. Had I not been able to escape to Sheffield to the hotel and then enjoy the wedding--so thank you again to Becky and Tony for saving my sanity by inviting me over, and Dave and Lesley doing their best to hug me better.
And did I mention the hotel? IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD, GUYS. It's the one I stayed at before the last time I went to see John Simm at the Crucible. It was a bit more expensive this time than usual, because apparently the bloody snooker was on and the hotel was fully booked. But usually, it's an amazing place because you can get proper luxury and really, really, really amazing service at an affordable price. It's only a four-star hotel and not a five-star one but the staff go out of their way to make you feel welcome and special and cared for and they're insanely flexible when it comes to early check in/check out, wrangling the internet, special requirements, accessibility, and try their best to accommodate special diets and just... I always have such a great time there and it's so clean and cosy and lovely and romantic I can't recommend it enough. (This is why I keep dragging everybody up to my room for drinks just to show them how cool the rooms are.) The only reason it isn't a five-star one is because it doesn't have a gym/pool and a couple of other services like that, I think, but otherwise it's so lovely and if you catch the right offers, you can stay there for the same price as Premier Inn (!) if you're lucky. IT IS AWESOME.
It's just a shame it all went by so fast because there were so many people I wanted to hang out with longer and to chat with to get to know them better--Anne, Taranea and various dashing gentlemen in long velvet pirate coats and ponytails *sigh*... so many lovely people, so little time!
Should write more when I'm less urf and bloated and knackered from travelling. Shall head off to the parents for laundry and sauna this evening, and I'm not sure when I'll be feeling human enough for IM/Skype and stuff if some of you want to get a hold of me. Shall ping and poke the appropriate people when I am glued back together again.
P.S. Speaking of being glued back together again, Thief of Bagdad always helps. lonemagpie discovered the ultimate way of reducing me into a gibbering wreck (of the good sort) by rewinding this bit about a dozen times until I was moaning and wailing and twitching on the floor and frothing at the mouth in a pile of hopeless lust. (This probably counts as some sort of kinky topping act, as Lesley was writhing and moaning at Connie as well and Dave was certainly enjoying us damsels being mightily distressed. Guys, take notice. This is how you make all the women in the room melt and wail "TAKE ME NOW".) *sigh* Always Jaffar. I tried showing that gif to a couple of people later and they wondered if it was the hand porn or the stare or what, but for me it's that he moves, *glides* so fucking slowly (that gif isn't slowed down or speeded up and no frames are missing; it's exactly like the scene in the movie) and just has that intensity to his eyes that he just claims the people and the situation he's looking at. Sup, bitches, Dadddy's home. Christ, I've been such a movie/TV nerd for all my life and I've rarely seen any man with that amount of screen presence and charisma. AS YOU HAVE NOTICED, TALKING ABOUT CONNIES HELPS MY TRAVEL FATIGUE. *breathes into a bag*
P.P.S. Really properly trying to recover now by finding something to eat, as this might be beneficial or something. I've gained 5 fucking kilos over 5 days just from the alcohol and the walking (and knowing me, maybe 2 of those are bloatation and others actual proper fat from my metabolism having gone into conserving mode), so fucking hell, I need an omelette or something to give my poor body a break. But anyway. *crawls into kitchen*
Wetherby was a bit rougher and I felt awful there despite lonemagpie and sweetheartwhale being cuddly and sweet. It's a long story and I don't even know if I will end up blogging it, but let's just say that because of some of the stuff there, this could have been the most awful holiday I'd ever had. Had I not been able to escape to Sheffield to the hotel and then enjoy the wedding--so thank you again to Becky and Tony for saving my sanity by inviting me over, and Dave and Lesley doing their best to hug me better.
And did I mention the hotel? IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD, GUYS. It's the one I stayed at before the last time I went to see John Simm at the Crucible. It was a bit more expensive this time than usual, because apparently the bloody snooker was on and the hotel was fully booked. But usually, it's an amazing place because you can get proper luxury and really, really, really amazing service at an affordable price. It's only a four-star hotel and not a five-star one but the staff go out of their way to make you feel welcome and special and cared for and they're insanely flexible when it comes to early check in/check out, wrangling the internet, special requirements, accessibility, and try their best to accommodate special diets and just... I always have such a great time there and it's so clean and cosy and lovely and romantic I can't recommend it enough. (This is why I keep dragging everybody up to my room for drinks just to show them how cool the rooms are.) The only reason it isn't a five-star one is because it doesn't have a gym/pool and a couple of other services like that, I think, but otherwise it's so lovely and if you catch the right offers, you can stay there for the same price as Premier Inn (!) if you're lucky. IT IS AWESOME.
It's just a shame it all went by so fast because there were so many people I wanted to hang out with longer and to chat with to get to know them better--Anne, Taranea and various dashing gentlemen in long velvet pirate coats and ponytails *sigh*... so many lovely people, so little time!
Should write more when I'm less urf and bloated and knackered from travelling. Shall head off to the parents for laundry and sauna this evening, and I'm not sure when I'll be feeling human enough for IM/Skype and stuff if some of you want to get a hold of me. Shall ping and poke the appropriate people when I am glued back together again.
P.S. Speaking of being glued back together again, Thief of Bagdad always helps. lonemagpie discovered the ultimate way of reducing me into a gibbering wreck (of the good sort) by rewinding this bit about a dozen times until I was moaning and wailing and twitching on the floor and frothing at the mouth in a pile of hopeless lust. (This probably counts as some sort of kinky topping act, as Lesley was writhing and moaning at Connie as well and Dave was certainly enjoying us damsels being mightily distressed. Guys, take notice. This is how you make all the women in the room melt and wail "TAKE ME NOW".) *sigh* Always Jaffar. I tried showing that gif to a couple of people later and they wondered if it was the hand porn or the stare or what, but for me it's that he moves, *glides* so fucking slowly (that gif isn't slowed down or speeded up and no frames are missing; it's exactly like the scene in the movie) and just has that intensity to his eyes that he just claims the people and the situation he's looking at. Sup, bitches, Dadddy's home. Christ, I've been such a movie/TV nerd for all my life and I've rarely seen any man with that amount of screen presence and charisma. AS YOU HAVE NOTICED, TALKING ABOUT CONNIES HELPS MY TRAVEL FATIGUE. *breathes into a bag*
P.P.S. Really properly trying to recover now by finding something to eat, as this might be beneficial or something. I've gained 5 fucking kilos over 5 days just from the alcohol and the walking (and knowing me, maybe 2 of those are bloatation and others actual proper fat from my metabolism having gone into conserving mode), so fucking hell, I need an omelette or something to give my poor body a break. But anyway. *crawls into kitchen*