A year ago this weekend, we went to Decompression and Remember the Party. It was too much in one day so I decided I'd only do RTP this year, and stay til the end. But you know what they say about the plans of mice and men... I'm sure you've heard it.
Also: hi!!! I know, I've been scarce. Gotten lazy, posting little fb snippets. I'm back! Hopefully someone still cares. ;-)
Anyway... this weekend turned out to be all about fluidity for me. I'd been planning on Remember the Party since last year. It's an old-school disco party where they have one DJ for the entire night, the music is all old school and classic style - meaning, the musical flow takes you on a journey throughout the night and the style varies, ending up with Sleaze/Morning Music (my personal favorite). Last year, Decom wore us out so much that we had to grab a cab home before the end, so I missed the icing on the cake. (Although the cake was delicious!) THIS year would be different!
Well... and then, life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans. This year was certainly different!
Even before the weekend, we'd had an extra busy week, and the kitchen reflected it. ;-) I woke up feeling crappy yesterday, but the kitchen HAD to be wrangled, and we absolutely couldn't think of letting our dear friends leave for their cross-country move without offering a helping hand and a hug.
Then it really got crazy. I woke up early, fed the cats, and decided to chill out a bit and maybe go back to bed after doinking on fb. A note comes over the transom: the truck has been stolen. As in, our friends' rental truck with (just about) all of their worldly goods in it. Thank heavens the cat was still in the house!
Friends mobilized to drive around looking for the truck. We took part in the wardrive, but had no luck. Then we brought lunch over to our friends and tried to strategize. Still no word on the truck. They decided to just head out, to get on the road and make some progress. (It was a good decision; the truck turned up several days later, mostly trashed with only a few recoverable items, while our friends were already settling into their new place by then.)
So to make a long story short, there wasn't going to be any disco. Which was fine, actually. We really love these friends and that means so much more than any party.
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