"You look familiar. I can't think where I've seen you before, though."

We established that we had never worked with each other or lived near each other. Then she said, "Oh, do you have a Web page? With a journal?"

Oh, yeah, that little thing. Heh.

I was at Karawynn's housewarming on Saturday night, and I had just a fabulous time. I got to meet a number of nifty people, such as Nia (the person who recognized me from my site) and Karla, and got to see some people I met at Thanksgiving, as well as Starfinder, who I know from elsewhere. Karawynn makes very tasty cocktails--she kept plying me with a drink that tasted nearly identical to a key lime pie, appropriately enough since it was called a Key Lime Pie. (holy poor grammar, Batman!)

The party never got too large for me, and I think I left at about two in the morning. We did have a couple of odd moments (Karawynn's computer started randomly playing a sound file of her voice a few times) but otherwise it was simply a very good time. I have to admit that I'm a teensy bit jealous of her place--it had marvelous high ceilings and is just plain spacious. But just a teensy bit. There was a sort of comfort in the group of people who attended, the comfort of knowing that I would probably find every single person in the room interesting if I talked to them for any length of time. I had some lovely long conversations and only when home when I realized that I was going to fall asleep soon whether I wanted to or not, and elected to do so at home, where cats would wash my face and crawl under the covers with me as I fell asleep.

Lovely, lovely. I'm so glad I went.

The weekend was relatively quiet, and I've mostly gotten everything in order for being in California at the end of the week. (I still haven't written that ritual. Ah. Tomorrow night, I think.) The weeks have gone by at a head-spinning rate of speed and I'm just kind of hanging on and working my butt off to have everything done.

And then i'll be in California. I am determined to have a good time. Father and brother notwithstanding. I *will* have a good time and I *will* ignore the boys and I *will* soak up some sunlight and come back all recharged and rested (if not tanned).

Ehlene, 2000 remix

The water regurgitates your banner, bourne
up from the sea on a rolling wave.
I am chilled, even in the sunlight,
as I see this evidence of you washed up
on my beach. I pick up the sodden cloth
and wring it out.

Faded, torn, I feel a sudden affection
for this message, arriving far too late
and in the wrong place entirely.

Your scorpion device hangs shredded
from my damp hands, a message
without a bottle, reminding me
of the nights when my dreams
were waterlogged and dangerous.

The wings fell from the scorpion and
I remembered, finally, that the sting

was yours.

(remixed from journey song #11: Ehlene)

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