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Up and Down
Jul. 16th, 2012 04:07 pmHoly run-on sentences Batman! But I'm too tired to manage anything more.
Up: Weekend was awesome The weather was iffy on Friday afternoon, but we combatted this by stringing lights and torches up inside the palace until it turns into somewhere we could all curl up and talk and joke and chat and stayed up until the early hours of the morning.
Then on Sat, it was just as iffy, but we managed to wander into town and go to the farmer's market, and then split up to see the castle and the craft faire and the crazy golf, and then back to the camp site and did pick-your-own. And then we all did our own thing while the rain passed and then all headed down to the beach with BBQs and meat and chairs and MP3 players and speakers and booze and built a bonfire that had a wall o' sand backing it so no one could mistake it for a signal fire and cooked and played frisbee and went sea wading and sat around the fire talking and drinking and listening to music and finding wood and there was a moment where I was sat on top of a dune looking down on this sunny beach which was deserted but for a bunch of my friends all happy and relaxed and hanging out and the thought ran through my head that if I ever get to the point where I seriously need a happy place inside my own brain, that's going to be it.
And then Sunday packing down was done with everyone hanging around and helping each other out and with a minimum of fuss, and then we went to a pub and went for a walk and there was EPIC POSING and then a pub lunch and Peter got jealous of Doug's chocolate cake and everyone slowly bimbled off on their own way and it was Good.
But there is always the downs:
- MOT was more expensive than I'd anticipated and Rhino ended up having to go to the dealer to be fixed. Ow. I am flat, stoney broke for the rest of the month. Dear all: you're all lovely folk, but please don't suggest such things as cinema trips or meals out for the next fortnight, if you'd be so kind, as I'll have to say no and feel bad :(
- I've just written up a basic list of stuff that still needs to be done before the wedding. Holy hell. Little things like LARP and socialising and sleep might start falling by the wayside with this. We are on less than 3 months to go - it doesn't seem all that close until you count the weekends.
- I'm in the middle of body confidence issues. To be fricking blunt, I've actually gotten to the point where I'm having nightmares about it. Diet is starting back up. I find this incredibly difficult to talk about with other people, so please don't say anything to me about it unless you're desperate for me to either get shouty or teary, but if folk could try and avoid offering me cake and other unhealthy stuff, I'd appreciate it.
- I'm unexpected knackered after the weekend, so my emotional resilience is currently low and thus just writing the above paragraph made me feel all weepy. FFS woman, get a grip.
In other news: a while back I found somewhere that for stag and hen weekends, would provide you and a group of friends with half a pig and show you how to butcher it, and then you got to take the bits home afterwards. I've lost the link - anybody heard of it or know of places that do it?
Up: Weekend was awesome The weather was iffy on Friday afternoon, but we combatted this by stringing lights and torches up inside the palace until it turns into somewhere we could all curl up and talk and joke and chat and stayed up until the early hours of the morning.
Then on Sat, it was just as iffy, but we managed to wander into town and go to the farmer's market, and then split up to see the castle and the craft faire and the crazy golf, and then back to the camp site and did pick-your-own. And then we all did our own thing while the rain passed and then all headed down to the beach with BBQs and meat and chairs and MP3 players and speakers and booze and built a bonfire that had a wall o' sand backing it so no one could mistake it for a signal fire and cooked and played frisbee and went sea wading and sat around the fire talking and drinking and listening to music and finding wood and there was a moment where I was sat on top of a dune looking down on this sunny beach which was deserted but for a bunch of my friends all happy and relaxed and hanging out and the thought ran through my head that if I ever get to the point where I seriously need a happy place inside my own brain, that's going to be it.
And then Sunday packing down was done with everyone hanging around and helping each other out and with a minimum of fuss, and then we went to a pub and went for a walk and there was EPIC POSING and then a pub lunch and Peter got jealous of Doug's chocolate cake and everyone slowly bimbled off on their own way and it was Good.
But there is always the downs:
- MOT was more expensive than I'd anticipated and Rhino ended up having to go to the dealer to be fixed. Ow. I am flat, stoney broke for the rest of the month. Dear all: you're all lovely folk, but please don't suggest such things as cinema trips or meals out for the next fortnight, if you'd be so kind, as I'll have to say no and feel bad :(
- I've just written up a basic list of stuff that still needs to be done before the wedding. Holy hell. Little things like LARP and socialising and sleep might start falling by the wayside with this. We are on less than 3 months to go - it doesn't seem all that close until you count the weekends.
- I'm in the middle of body confidence issues. To be fricking blunt, I've actually gotten to the point where I'm having nightmares about it. Diet is starting back up. I find this incredibly difficult to talk about with other people, so please don't say anything to me about it unless you're desperate for me to either get shouty or teary, but if folk could try and avoid offering me cake and other unhealthy stuff, I'd appreciate it.
- I'm unexpected knackered after the weekend, so my emotional resilience is currently low and thus just writing the above paragraph made me feel all weepy. FFS woman, get a grip.
In other news: a while back I found somewhere that for stag and hen weekends, would provide you and a group of friends with half a pig and show you how to butcher it, and then you got to take the bits home afterwards. I've lost the link - anybody heard of it or know of places that do it?
