May. 28th, 2012 10:01 pm
Four days is too long without an entry
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muckefuckI almost didn't make it to Sidetrack. I'm not sure why my tummy was off this morning, but I'm choosing to blame it on the manhattans. (Four in a night is twice what I would normally do.) Though it is curious that the trouble I had today was almost identical to what ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu was suffering yesterday. He still made it to the barbecue where I overbourboned, but the day up to that was pretty much a write-off.
So between him wanting to catch up on a few chores and Nuphy having plans with family, I was on my own. That is to say, as on my own as one can be in a bar with two hundred bears in it, at least an eight of which are people I know or have met before and their associates. My indisposition was soon forgotten and not recalled until the bus ride back home four hours later.
Was it a good Bear Pride for me? It's par for the course in my post-Bear existence. Now that I'm no longer frantic about hooking up or at least being Where the Party Is, a few good exchanges are all I really need to declare success. On the rooftop deck, I got perhaps the most amazing compliment anyone's every paid me at such a gathering.
He was someone I met on the patio at Buck's two days ago (if not before since his face placed him among the Vaguely Familiar that dominates at such gatherings); we struck up a conversation about Virginia creeper than culminated with Nuphy consulting Liddell and Scott on his iPhone in order to decipher the generic name. Then his buddies secured a table on the other side of the aisle and he drifted off as I became involved in meeting new people.
Today he was sitting unexpectedly in the spot Uncle Betty, Diego, and Coleman had been occupying during my previous trip to the roof. He briefly explained to his partner how we met and then launched into an account of the encompassing effects of my positive energy on the people sitting near us then that was so effusive I saw his partner give him a gentle nudge. "I don't think I've ever had anyone review my performance at a bear run before," I told him, "and certainly not in such glowing terms." Inside, I was glowing. A self-satisfied little voice was piping, "Someone noticed!"
It was soon after that that I reluctantly began my farewell lap. All week I've been working on leaving the party at the right time--right after accomplishing what I came for and before I wear myself out for no reason--and overshooting the mark every time, but today I think I got it just right. If I see any of these splendid men again before next year, it will be wonderful, but I'm not counting on it.
monshu was suffering yesterday. He still made it to the barbecue where I overbourboned, but the day up to that was pretty much a write-off.So between him wanting to catch up on a few chores and Nuphy having plans with family, I was on my own. That is to say, as on my own as one can be in a bar with two hundred bears in it, at least an eight of which are people I know or have met before and their associates. My indisposition was soon forgotten and not recalled until the bus ride back home four hours later.
Was it a good Bear Pride for me? It's par for the course in my post-Bear existence. Now that I'm no longer frantic about hooking up or at least being Where the Party Is, a few good exchanges are all I really need to declare success. On the rooftop deck, I got perhaps the most amazing compliment anyone's every paid me at such a gathering.
He was someone I met on the patio at Buck's two days ago (if not before since his face placed him among the Vaguely Familiar that dominates at such gatherings); we struck up a conversation about Virginia creeper than culminated with Nuphy consulting Liddell and Scott on his iPhone in order to decipher the generic name. Then his buddies secured a table on the other side of the aisle and he drifted off as I became involved in meeting new people.
Today he was sitting unexpectedly in the spot Uncle Betty, Diego, and Coleman had been occupying during my previous trip to the roof. He briefly explained to his partner how we met and then launched into an account of the encompassing effects of my positive energy on the people sitting near us then that was so effusive I saw his partner give him a gentle nudge. "I don't think I've ever had anyone review my performance at a bear run before," I told him, "and certainly not in such glowing terms." Inside, I was glowing. A self-satisfied little voice was piping, "Someone noticed!"
It was soon after that that I reluctantly began my farewell lap. All week I've been working on leaving the party at the right time--right after accomplishing what I came for and before I wear myself out for no reason--and overshooting the mark every time, but today I think I got it just right. If I see any of these splendid men again before next year, it will be wonderful, but I'm not counting on it.