Summerfest
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ladyofastolatI went to Summerfest. I got back. Still rather zombified, though it definitely helped to delay the homeward journey by a day. Faintly surprised to leave the site yesterday afternoon and find that a world existed outside the bar tent.
Only broke down in tears twice during Summerfest itself! (I'll draw a discreet veil over the packing-up day.) Both times it was just sheer exhaustion, and not any particular crisis. This is a Definite Improvement.
Lived on chocolate bars and occasional snatched mouthfuls of stew and half bread rolls that I never got chance to finish, and found hours later.
After the rain stopped, worked for several days alongside All The Wasps. Used to squeak and flap and run away when faced with a wasp, but couldn't this time, so learned to work past them. Despite the presence of All The Wasps, there were very few stings. One was mine. No allergic reaction, suggesting that the Mystery Thing that crashed into me years ago at 70 mph on the M5, causing an allergic reaction, was actually a bee. This is useful to know, since I've spent 25 years not knowing which ones to be particularly anxious about.
Accidentally blasted someone in the crotch with a jet of hose water. It was kind of... hilarious. I tried to tell him that my tears of laughter were tears of contrition, but I don't think he was entirely convinced.
Really have absolutely no idea what on earth was happening elsewhere on the site, but a lot of shouting was involved, and much smoke. No-one I asked seem to have much of an idea what they'd been doing, either, but they seemed happy enough.
Half the people there seem to think I'm Chainmailmaiden, or that she's me. I think they think there's one superhuman entity who not only serves in the bar for 18 hours a day, but also simultaneously cooks enough food for 150.
Woke up before 6 this morning, ready to prepare the bar for breakfast service. Realised was in hotel and didn't have to get up at 6 to do breakfast for another 361 days. Couldn't get back to sleep, though. Grr!
Cat pleased to see me home. Dead mouse waiting for me as a homecoming present. How nice!
Need to do something brainless now.
Only broke down in tears twice during Summerfest itself! (I'll draw a discreet veil over the packing-up day.) Both times it was just sheer exhaustion, and not any particular crisis. This is a Definite Improvement.
Lived on chocolate bars and occasional snatched mouthfuls of stew and half bread rolls that I never got chance to finish, and found hours later.
After the rain stopped, worked for several days alongside All The Wasps. Used to squeak and flap and run away when faced with a wasp, but couldn't this time, so learned to work past them. Despite the presence of All The Wasps, there were very few stings. One was mine. No allergic reaction, suggesting that the Mystery Thing that crashed into me years ago at 70 mph on the M5, causing an allergic reaction, was actually a bee. This is useful to know, since I've spent 25 years not knowing which ones to be particularly anxious about.
Accidentally blasted someone in the crotch with a jet of hose water. It was kind of... hilarious. I tried to tell him that my tears of laughter were tears of contrition, but I don't think he was entirely convinced.
Really have absolutely no idea what on earth was happening elsewhere on the site, but a lot of shouting was involved, and much smoke. No-one I asked seem to have much of an idea what they'd been doing, either, but they seemed happy enough.
Half the people there seem to think I'm Chainmailmaiden, or that she's me. I think they think there's one superhuman entity who not only serves in the bar for 18 hours a day, but also simultaneously cooks enough food for 150.
Woke up before 6 this morning, ready to prepare the bar for breakfast service. Realised was in hotel and didn't have to get up at 6 to do breakfast for another 361 days. Couldn't get back to sleep, though. Grr!
Cat pleased to see me home. Dead mouse waiting for me as a homecoming present. How nice!
Need to do something brainless now.
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Date: 2013-08-28 08:16 am (UTC)It's kind of like slaving in the garden for an entire long weekend, clearing an enormous jungle. At the end, you can barely stand and you're scratched to pieces and you ache in every muscle... but the time has flown by, and the jungle has gone away, and you can finally slump down and feel a real sense of achievement. :-D