My first whatever that was

Before I left for the secret rural location tonight, I asked Jeff how I looked. His verdict: "You look like S&M Snow White."

I managed to bring myself to leave the house nonetheless.

As for the party, it was quite a scene. I didn't participate, but I spoke to many people and saw (and heard -- sound is perhaps the most important element) many things that I'll describe to the best of my ability tomorrow. I didn't drink before I went and I didn't drink while I was there. I wanted to keep my senses sharp.

And now I'm home, lounging on the couch with my dog, drinking a glass of Tempranillo, writing this little update, and catching up on the sports scores. And thinking. I wonder if I'll be able to remember my dreams for once.