I am SO done with flying for a while. Though I AM kinda pleased to be able to say I’ve been to two UNESCO World Heritage sites in two different countries within about three weeks of each other. Last night I was dog tired, but I couldn’t fall asleep for all the words circling around my head… the many, many conversations of the weekend, cringing over the stupid shit I said and wishing I could have just listened to the inner voice that was yelling shut the fuck up! and figuring out what I wanted to say here about the weekend. The beds were so comfortable where we stayed that coming home to my own bed wasn’t even its usual sigh of relief.
This morning I saw that Dani is a True Neurotic, so of course I had to take the test, even though I felt like this weekend was the weekend of My Great Neurosis. Seriously, I wish I could have shut the fuck up about myself. As I went through the test, I thought my answers were coming out very laid-back. The test was going to miss my neuroses! And poor Dani was going to be the only Truly Neurotic Blogger. But no. I am the True Neurotic too. So I wasn’t just fibbing with the blog’er folks.
Favourite moments:
Kate reading Bon’s post aloud in the very same room of screaming prints, like the macbook was a ghetto blaster at a high school campfire and our loud comfy chairs were logs.
Checking out the beach at twilight under a full moon.
The many moments when Bea pulled out her paint chips, especially after a particularly victorious placemat purchase.
Bon giving me the finger as she licked yet another dessert off her middle finger (photo to come?)
Disappointments:
Losing my appetite for most of the weekend even though delicious food was nonstop.
Feeling totally obnoxious with my camera, and expecting to come home with tons and tons of great photos of everyone but getting home to discover that I barely took any and the ones I did mostly have peoples’ eyes closed. I had no idea people BLINK so much! I barely have any photos of the women I spent the weekend with but tons and tons of photos of Lunenburg’s parking meters. When I told Sugar D about all the parking meters I shot, he asked if they looked different in Lunenburg. But they don’t. I just like parking meters. (I actually really like the parking meter shots… I’ll share them once I’ve edited them.)
And with many apologies to the unnamed condiment-phobe, I simply must take a poll. Please, please share your opinion. (Oh crap. It seems the poll broke my site... would you mind clicking here please?)
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10 months ago
22 comments:
i am so completely envious of your bloggity get-together i am practically without words.
but still.
i'm glad it was WONDERFUL. i wouldn't have expected it to go any other way.
off to take your poll.
ps no pictures? i'll take even the ones with eyes closed! ;)
I was expecting some pictures, too. We need to live vicariously!!! I haven't met up with any bloggers yet so being in a room full of them would be surreal, to say the least.
PS: Ketchup on omlette: why not? Eggs and ketchup were meant to be together.
lol. i love that i got to be there a little longer (vicariously) through the post...it was so lovely to meet you, and i'm glad everyone's home safe.
and i can't wait to see the finger shot. unintentional, of course.
i live with one of those condiment-phobes. they're a special breed. :)
of course pics are coming... just not yet.
I'm so glad to have met you... xo
it was just weird. Period.
Sounds like so much fun. Can't wait to see the pix. Even the ones of the parking metres...:-)
Hee hee. As I went to bed last night I was seized with the conviction that everybody came away from our get-together saying, "Wow, I really liked everyone - except Bea of course. She was annoying." And I thought to myself, I bet Sin is busy replaying the whole thing and regretting everything she said." Not that you SHOULD regret anything of course, but because you'd already started it on the plane, and I figured we had our madness in common. Like so much else. :)
No way, Bea. They all came away saying I loved everyone but Mad. I'm sure of it.
Sin, I love you and I love your condiments. Ever yours, in condiment love,
Mad
You're all nuts.
It's good that we all have insecurity in common.
By the way, Sin, I wouldn't pay any attention to that test. It scored me as well-adjusted and that is just not possible.
Hey, fun poll! I was surprised at the votes so far.
I'm right there with you in neuroticville. No need to be embarrassed you are so lovable.
We do need some photos though please.
I loved you to pieces, ketchup on your omelette and all.
I wish I could have stayed to the end, too. Turns out I left just in time - my toddler was melting down completely from "too much fun with Nanny & Grandad".
You are teh AWESOME.
Ketchup has its place. But on eggs? No.
Unless you're my 4yo, in which case you dip your hard-boiled egg in it.
Jealous. Sounds like it was fun.
ketchup on eggs? Nay, salsa? SI!
Ketchup on eggs, YES! Always actually, unless I have salsa handy.
Sounds great. I have a bad habit of replaying my percieved stupidity, too, but I've learned that usually no one picks up on it but me.
Oh, god, I am so jealous. Burning with envy, really. Seething.
And yet, I would be having all the same neuroses about my actions...
That said, I would take it for the chance to have hung with all you guys.
I'm glad to have a sister in neuroses! The weekend sounds like fun -- I'm jealous!!
JEAAAAALLLLOOOOOUUUUSSSSS
Sounds like a great weekend. Mad has some good photos up, but I'd take the blinky ones too. I am married to someone who took literally 100 photos of buses when we were in Malta, so I understand the parking metre thing.
And ketchup on omelettes? Of course!
Still very jealous! But I'm glad you took so many good parking meter shots ...
PS: I always do the morning-after, omg-i'm-such-a-loser-i-can't-believe-i-said that. Always. Admitting that you do it, makes me feel better about myself.
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