How interesting

yesterday was... G and I got up way early after staying up way late and stirred up what I do believe was our best batch ever of arequipe, printed off some labels and poof! went to the Farmer's Market (very late). And sold out! (in just about an hour!) wheeeeeeeeeee! Not that we actually made much profit (don't even want to consider how much we made per hour - pennies, or less) after paying for the table and ingredients, but hey, it was a good start and we learned a lot. I also sold out on my stupid stretch bracelets. They were really cheap though. I hope I was charging enough for them.... sigh. We didn't have a table actually, but I dumped all my clothes out of the plastic shelves I had in my closet and covered that with a table cloth and we had the smallest, yet tallest table on the block. heh. It was actually the right size for people to walk up and take samples, so I think that was good in a way. My poor apartment is a disaster though...

We had some yummy sushi from Deana's stand, and then did a whirlwind passing out of YELLOW GUIDES before dashing home to change with a quick stop at Drugtown for film and then went to graduation. Got there very late, realized that my camera batteries were dead, missed the reading off of names of all my friends - they were doing the comp pros. Did know a lot of the PhD's though, so that was cool, and saw the people I knew when they marched out. Bumped into a bunch of people outside the dome, zipped off to Wal-mart to get new (EXPENSIVE dammit - I could have bought another bag of organic grapes!)batteries for my camera. Also looked at Lucky Day and Wal-mart for card tables, but didn't find at either place. Wal-mart had long skinny ones, or the square ones but complete with set of chairs, which I don't need! argh.

Back to campus for the graduation reception - was hoping for some more substantial food than cookies and grapes, but oh well. bumped into a lot more people there, paid Josh 5 more dollars down on my poker debt, had to take G to do dome security. Drove back, David Weitzmon called to chat and talked with him a little while walking back up to the reception, was cornered by Kennedy siblings and photographed by Patrick while on the phone. Ananda's family walked out and I walked with them down to the cars again.

Went to my apartment, tried to watch TV, Fox wasn't working, tried to call the twins but they weren't home, so I took a nap. Probably a better idea anyway. G called me an hour later, I realized I didn't have anything to give to grads AND I needed to make dinner for my bros since mom is out of town and it's my job and all... After a little bit of buzzing around I realized I still had some blank bookmarks, so I stamped and embossed several of those, called G and told him to go to the party ahead of me, sped to Cromwell and slapped some bread and cheese in the sandwich maker, put chips and carrots on plates, presto chango dinner! Would have done apple slices too, but the apple was wonky inside...

Still plenty of food left at Jyoti's party, ate WAY too much of it. Sat on haybales around the bonfire, and later had a drumming circle led by Fonz. Very cool lady, fun experience. More bonfire, more chatting, a little bit of dancing. Heard some details of Matt & Kristin's wedding from Erin Levi. (Matt rode in on a white horse!!) Eventually decided to try and find another bonfire party for 21 & up and piled into Jyoti's new car.

Found another nice fire, only a few chairs, lots of drinking and drunk people, some smoking too. Music from someone's van, sometimes some drumming/guitar. Lots of random familiar faces, but didn't actually talk to too many people besides Ann & Nola. Andy comes up to me and gives me this long, hard kiss on the cheek as he takes my hand and says, "I always remember spending so much time together - where was it? on the back of the bus to base camp. Man, you had me so horny!" whoa. ok. so um, yeah, I remember too - I think he had me rest my legs on his lap, had me listen to several of his favorite songs on headphones, and talked to me about how many guns he had back at home, and how physical punishment was a good thing for disciplining children, all the way down to Missouri. I think I was so freaked about his gun stories that I just sorta shut up and listened. I don't remember anything that indicated horniness. Oh wait - I think he did say something about being a tiger with the ladies, but if that was directed towards me I was totally oblivious. He never pursued or even really interacted with me in any way shape or form after that, other than the occasional run-in where he would mention how he always remembered our bus ride. Anyway, yeah, probably more than I needed to know, but he was really drunk. EEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenteresting. Then G came back from where ever he was, and I felt much better!
It's sooo interesting to people watch at parties like that (up to a point anyway)It's hard to tell who is faking what, but there is definitely an edgy energy all around. Not quite sure what is going to happen, what sort of judgments are being passed on you and who you are with at any one moment. Seems like everybody wants something - to forget, let loose, cover up how scared they are, hook up with someone new, prove a point about how cool they are, and they know they only have a few hours to try and get it, so everything is a little edgy. And it breaks my heart to see people I love do things that I've never seen them do before, whether I knew about it in theory or not before. And I can't tell if they are feeling guilty and defiant because they are doing it, or because I am seeing them do it. I don't know what sort of look I must have in my eyes. I don't mean to be judgmental, and I'm sure they can take care of themselves, but I can't help that it makes me sad. I probably wouldn't have even gone, except I wanted another chance to see Nola. Le sigh. We left after we'd put in our time, and Jyoti dropped us off at our cars, I think she, Merlin, Ananda & Ann moved on to Torinos. I was not at all hungry, and very tired, and thought it would also be a good idea to make sure my brother really was home.
Woke up around 9:30 to my cell alarm, woke Collin up 15 min later for his stage combat workshop, got up at 10 and have been online ever since, reading celebrity gossip and political bashing between blogging and email. And there you have it, the up to the minute happenings of me! To borrow an expression from Erin -good gravy!