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Oct. 11th, 2004

Ah, what a busy and exciting couple of days it's been!

On Saturday, I journeyed to Camden with Sandra so that she and I could get an ear, and a nostril piercing respectively.

Cold Steel in Camden do excellent piercings. They are not cheap, but they are extremely trustworthy and I cannot praise them highly enough. Everything's as sterile as a surgery, and they are incredibly friendly and very helpful.

Nose piercing was fine - over and done with in a couple of seconds, and just slight sting and soreness afterwards, although on the first day I spent some time trying to discover a way of sneezing or yawning without pain.

Afterwards we repaired to verlaine's birthday party, by an extremely scenic route as I was in ignorance of the fact that there was a direct bus there from Camden which took 20 minutes, but never mind. Since Sandra has forgiven me I am sure eventually I can also forgive myself.

Having eventually found verlaine's house, and begged to be let in, and butted our hipbones unsuccesfully against the front door in attempts to get it open, we were aided by bluedevi who came to our rescue and guided us up an obscene amount of steps to the flat which was much nicer, and warmer and altogether more pleasant than the street outside. Already familiar LJ-ers were spotted in the likes of miss_newham, elethe and mrtreacle, and bright shiney new ones befriended (hello martylog and tjej).

We both had a thoroughly good time and I enjoyed the company and was enchanted by SingStar and eventually, in the small hours we managed to wrench ourselves away and nightbus home and rose heroically three hours later in order to get to the Astrology Seminar in Regents College.

A Liz Greene seminar is always a joy, especially when she is equipped with a microphone and I don't have to strain every fiber of my being to catch her words of wisdom. She is so brilliant, so clever, so articulate and perceptive and extremely well-read that her books, or seminars reduce me to a state of passionate inspiration and quivering ecstasy, and leave me with sensations of profound mental rapture and accelarated learning.

The Seminar was on Neptune, its psychology, myth and aspects - because Neptune is about generational quests for redemption, for the ways in which we seek the boundlessness and fusion of Neptune's world- which is the great dissolution of the Self, and on the *art of growing gills* ie. learning to navigate, and mediate Neptune's watery world, and how to creatively harness and use Neptune's potentially extremely destructive forces (for the quest for redemption can be a very desperate, or militant one).

It was excellent, and thought-inspiring and certainly deserves an LJ entry in its own right.

By 5pm though I was tiring and my attention span fading fast, and no sooner had the seminar finished than I was speeding home and then over for an extremely yummy Thanksgiving dinner with sparktastic and her charming housemates.

By the end of the evening however, turkey and wine and the 3 hours sleep the night before had all combined to put me in a state approximating a near-coma and it was only the bitter cold which prevented me from falling asleep where I stood. I fought valiantly to keep my eyelids open, and was helped by the gorgeous sight of crossing Waterloo bridge and the Thames strung with lights.

However, no sooner had I changed buses at Charing Cross than I found myself sliding down into the slumber of the extremely satiated and tired, and woke to discover that
a) we were pulling into my bus stop
b) my soporifia must have been contagious as the entire bus (except hopefully the driver) was also sleeping.

And I dragged myself home, pausing only to watch line-painters wielding a braid of fire on the surface of the road, and then collapsed gratefully into bed and roused myself heroically once more in order to get to work. Where I am currently freezing as the heating doesn't work and I've forgotten my sweater and had to make do with raiding the cupboards and outfitting myself in several layers of Sure Start T-shirts which is making me feel both extremely official and marginally less likely to die of hypothermia.

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martylog
Oct. 11th, 2004 03:12 am (UTC)
Lovely to meet you - your rogue eyelash rocks!
rainsinger
Oct. 11th, 2004 03:36 am (UTC)
It was thoroughly delighful to meet you also, although alas alas my eyelash is no longer with me having falled out sometime this morning.

I fear I am a party trick down.
mooism
Oct. 11th, 2004 03:38 am (UTC)
It strikes me that I could have gone to Matt’s party direct from the wedding, if I’d been smart. And left the wedding celebrations earlier.
verlaine
Oct. 11th, 2004 04:03 am (UTC)
Since the party was still going on, to some extent, at 5 a.m., I think you're probably right!
mooism
Oct. 11th, 2004 04:20 am (UTC)
I shall remember to phone, next time I am being driving home along the M4 at 1am…
rainsinger
Oct. 11th, 2004 04:45 am (UTC)
Absolutely. It's only polite.
mooism
Oct. 11th, 2004 03:09 pm (UTC)
It’s not only polite. It’s also insanely positive :-)
dubaiyan
Oct. 11th, 2004 08:43 am (UTC)
nose piercing?
Pics!!
rainsinger
Oct. 12th, 2004 02:33 am (UTC)
Re: nose piercing?
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