Lucky Wench.

[ysobelle]

I am so very, very, very lucky. I don't know what the hell I did, or what gods I courted, but I am insanely thankful for the wonderful people with whom I spent this weekend. Phee's wedding was utterly beautiful-- I've never been to another like it, and never will: the whole family had a part to play, and the boys all did splendidly. It was very small, but absolutely gorgeous. Audrey and I sat with Allie the next day and shared pictures-- we all cried over the beauty of the weddings we'd attended. Liz looked radiant, and seeing her stand for her vows with Adam, and dance with him with her empty wheelchair behind her was a literal miracle.

Oh, and getting repeatedly fiended at Phee's reception by every damned Rogue-- and a Non/Wench or two!-- in the house? Priceless.

Sunday was spent recuperating from Saturday and the debacle of the Hampton on Saturday night, and getting the last ducks in a row for my booth, administratively speaking. I now know exactly where Rapho Township Hall is. Just don't ever ask me to find it again. Sunday night brought the joys of small-town pizza, and Audrey and I sat on the porch and watched the weather-- and an adorable one-year-old long-haired dachsund named Romeo. "Stay away from girls in balconies," I told him as he wriggled all over and licked my nose. "That never turns out well."

And today was spent at site, finally achieving some altitude on my booth. The uprights went up, and were cross-braced: a long, tedious, exacting, frustrating process made far more tolerable by the abundance of good friends, good spirits, and good ribs-- though I only snatched one of the last. The barbecue was a success thanks to those who know far more about the process than I do. I probably ate too much junk, and looking at the pictures, I've all but determined I'll never wear that dress again. But I'm humbled by, and incredibly thankful for, the friends I have, and for all they've done for me.

I'm a lucky woman, and I don't for one minute take that for granted. Thank you everyone.

Comments

Pssssssst

[snugglyevil.livejournal.com]

Thanks for texting me when you got home.

*bonk to da head*

Re: Pssssssst

[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

Yes, Mom.

By the time I got home with the dog and got everything unloaded, I'm lucky I remembered my own name. Next time-- cos I know me-- text me if you don't hear form me.

Thud.

[crystalsage.livejournal.com]

I glad you had a fun and productive weekend. I did too much driving, but it was worth it for me.

I'm looking forward to seeing your booth at fling! Its gonna be a blast. :) *hug*

[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you had a fun weekend, too-- did you actually get INTO Balticon? And yeah, the booth's gonna rock. I'm VERY excited!

[crystalsage.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah, I was just there for one day. I spent Saturday with some other friends, then registered at Balticon on Sunday morning and basically spent the entire day with Elionwyr. I only took in one talk (to justify the cost of my entry fee, I guess) but I'm glad I went. It was really about seeing the people, rather than the con itself.

I have friends coming over next weekend so we can do a dry run on our new tent, seeing as how I've never had one like this before and I want to make sure I know what I'm doing come Fling. ;)

[surlywench.livejournal.com]

no pics of the boothing?~?~?

or the weddings?~?~?



iamsosadnow.

oh, and when u want me to come over in the a.m.?

[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

Check now!