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muckefuckI don't want to speak too soon and jinx it, but I seem to be regaining my voice at last. It started to crack on Friday evening and finally gave out halfway through cocktails on Saturday night. I did make a brief appearance at Bear Night, which was bustling, but it's not much fun if there's no way to talk to anyone. (Yes, I really do go there for the conversation.) I did run into a friend of ottr4bear who told me he'd heard all about the "disastrous dinner party" of several months back. "My advice is to stay well away." Which is ironic, because the reason I stopped by to patch things up in the first place was to head of any attempt on his part to intervene on my behalf.
Monday I laid low. At some point, it occurred to me this would be a wonderful day to go to the beach. I thought about sneaking away for a couple hours in the afternoon, but when I woke up from my nap, it dawned on me that I'd be hoping to see people I knew and wanting to chat with them and that just wasn't going to work. So instead I hung around and helped Cameron finish off the last of the specialty mojitos prepared for Saturday.
Monday I laid low. At some point, it occurred to me this would be a wonderful day to go to the beach. I thought about sneaking away for a couple hours in the afternoon, but when I woke up from my nap, it dawned on me that I'd be hoping to see people I knew and wanting to chat with them and that just wasn't going to work. So instead I hung around and helped Cameron finish off the last of the specialty mojitos prepared for Saturday.
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