It’s been a stressful weekend. I now know more about illegal drugs than I ever thought I would. On Friday Manly Viking and I propped.
On Saturday I became the anti-superhero Stress Woman. We were late, the spider-goddess was in The Bass Player’s room and both Manly Viking and I were separately convinced everything was going to go wrong. It didn’t. I wrote trips that were amazing and trips that were dull and the Yellow Sign Twenty Four Hour Party People Event went rather well I think.
The Spider Goddess, Atlach-nacha (she’s a goddess in the Yellow Sign Universe!) was sacrificed to and it all went rather well from her point of view. Maybe I timed out a bit early I don’t know, I was worried about that at the time.
Sunday the Quest meeting went reasonably well, got some ideas on the next steps. I am so going to Iceland.
The roleplaying game I’m in (Unknown Armies) was also rather fine my character who thought she was a cliomancer (till she discovered she wasn’t) got to dance with an avatar of the Mystic Hermaphrodite who was rather good and hopefully will get her friend her vocal chords back…
Today I rather crashed, I knew I was going to and nicely Foxy Jonno was on hand to write poetry with, attempt to set something to music and make food for. Also we slept…nice does not even come into it.