This weekend didn't start well. Friday was a day at home sick, in which, after stumbling out of bed early in the morning, realizing I wasn't up to going into town, and ending off the obligatory emails to managers, I fell back into bed and didn't wake up again until almost 2pm. After getting up, I discovered that the week's mail had been delivered. You know how NZ Post was talking about reducing deliveries form daily to once every two days or so? It's crap, NZ post only delivers to our place, which is Not a rural delivery area once or twice a week already! I got mail that had been sent two days earlier, and mail that had been sent almost two weeks earlier, in one delivery.
However, by the time I'd opened the mail and recorded it and and responded, etc. It was almost the end of the day. I vegetated and caught up with my YooNo feed until seraphs_folly
turned up with my favourite Thai for dinner. It was the hi-light of the day, though It was also nice that a number of people commiserated on my whine about being sick. I did however, get most of the washing done throughout the course of the day, seeing as that's something that doesn't take much effort when you have a machine for it.
Saturday I slept in without any getting up until 11.30pm. There was shopping needed, so I got washed and went and did it, but by the time I got back I felt wasted, and really didn't feel up to the drive over the hill to Gynn & Holly's ceremony. Apologies guys, I'm sorry to have missed your special day, especially considering what people have been saying about it since, but potentially ruining it with vomit would not have been a good look.
Several hours later, I was felling a bit better so I went and picked up seraphs_folly
to go to a farewell party at the Southern Cross for her artist who was returning to France. Even that was probably was a little beyond me, especially as there was some sort of French music festival on, and The Cross was packed and very loud. It took all of my energy just to avoid running and hiding from the crowd or reacting in flight-or-fight mode, so I wasn't good company. I couldn't face real food, so just ate some garlic bread and some wedges. I did perk up a bit though when I realized that somehow I'd managed to do my normal thing of being surrounded by cute girls (six of them this time).
After a while there we walked down the road to sokky
& Lee's 70th party at the Fringe, waving at allyn
thru the window at Wildilocks on the way. The karaoke party was less hectic and I could manage it a lot better. Saw giffy_doll
's rendition of "Big Spender", among others., and sproke_ina_can
's boots Liked catching up with people, but was still glad when we left. We were in bed not long after, watching a couple of episodes of Fringe
to wind-down. Sleep was bitsy and the dreams were vivid and strange. I was a Doctor Who co-operating with a whole pile of other Doctors to foil the big bad who ws trying to destroy the universe. I had become convinced that one of the Doctors was actually the big bad, and at the last minute has realized that we all needed to get out of the Tardis as the renegade Doctor was using it as a trap to catch and kill us all.
I raced out the door of the Tardis yelling to the other that hey needed to get out, but as I exited the renegade Doctor acted hitting me with a gob of white acidic substance from some sort of gun that knocked me to the ground and burned like fuck. As the white goop began to dissolve my body I realized that once the Tardis door closed the other doctors would be trapped, so I tried to block the door of the Tardis with my leg, but the other Doctors were not leaving, I tried to get their attention but all I could do was scream in a muffled way as my body dissolved...
That woke me up. I think I may have actually made a few real-world muffled screams. Later in the evening I woke up worried about being trapped under a landslide to find two cats lying on me, Rosie on my groin and Lilly on my chest. The large fluffy white tail in my face was probably what woke me. There were other odd snatches of dream between bursts of wakefulness, and by the time I got kicked out of bed to shower for brunch I still could have slept for several more hours.
I safely got to Courtenay Place and got a park, despite driving in a bit of a daze. Brunch was a tearful affair due to saying goodbye to the French couple, but there was a lot of Leonard Cohen played. along with some Roxy Music and the Cat People
theme from Bowie. Afterwards we got to visit danjite
in their new house, which was lovely. It was good to see their art & curios out, and to taste the yummy bread khaybee
was making for their Thanksgiving dinner. seraphs_folly
headed home and I headed out to Newtown for Alice's Enlightenment-era D&D and game. My character spent most of the session hallucinating from a hallucinogenic poison in a chest trap and deaf from a failed usage of gunpowder weapons, both events which happened last session. It was however quite fun being completely useless and not understanding what people were saying. Alice has a wicked way of describing what my hallucinating character was experiencing. But despite a comedy of errors, we all managed to survive, win, and more-or-less do the right thing.
I dropped in on seraphs_folly
on the way home, finding her in the middle of her Firefly
re-watch with S, left them to it and picked up some buns from the pantsu for tommorrow's lunch, came home and wrote this up, because for some reason I felt like writing before bed.
I titled this as a a "fail weekend", as I didn't achieve many things I'd planned to, and often I wasn't good company, and that's what it felt like to me when I sat down and started writing, but in reading back over it, while being really sorry I missed the Rickersby's ceremony, and while some of it was sad, and some of it was nauseous or sleepy, there are quite a number of lovely little bits in there. Even the sad bits were lovely.
I think I like my life. Even when I'm ill and not I'm thinking I'm doing well, it's pretty special.
Thanks everyone for being who they are.