In defiance of self-pity.

Oh poor me, I wrote the other day – and then an hour later I rebooked my ticket to LA in defiance of my own self-pity. I had to change the dates around and cross my fingers that my friends would be available – but I managed to get a ticket on my aeroplan points for March 8th-13th. I think I’ll do some hybrid desert trip and the Salton Sea is definitely on the agenda with one of the friends so I should pretty much fly into LA and then leave the next day for the desert, returning straight to the airport out on the Tuesday night.

But Wednesday did get better, and I got rid of the rest of my angst at the My Bloody Ex-Valentine Cabaret put on by Team Satan at the Ukranian Hall. What an awesome event! Best party I’ve been to in forever. In four hours I managed to play several rounds of blackjack, get a very public spanking from an old friend in the bawdy house, drink several gin and tonics, watch some excellent burlesque acts, and have my tea leaves read. If that isn’t a better way to spend valentine’s day than romance, I don’t know what is 🙂 Everyone looked fabulous, and the organizing team did a phenomenal job at pulling it all together. More parties like that please!

Thursday night I was in Courtenay for a union meeting overnight and I flew home yesterday to have a pretty relaxing afternoon and evening. Got a bit of Resist! work done last night and ate Chinese food with the 3 of the other M’s from the collective. Realized that my perpetual motion keeps me from feeling tired, but really I probably should take a bit more rest from time to time as I came very close to passing out, computer in lap, at one point in the evening.

I’m off to Victoria this afternoon I believe, on a spur of a moment trip to partake in a friend’s birthday, with the intention to be home early tomorrow afternoon. Just have to decide whether to bring my fiddle or not.