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Well, now that was my idea of a weekend, that was. I'm still shaking which has got to be a good sign - espeically on the first day of term (Ah., my 5pm lecture is going to be fun!!) Saturday started with nmg and ias's barn-raising, sorry, shed-painting. I tried to look as Amish as possible, but was caught out on the button front, I think. I had just congratulated myself on getting there (they live about a mile away but I'd missed a turning and driven halfway to Portsmouth on the M3 by mistake, as always seems to happen in Soton's one way system - ahem - I think SatNav might be on my Xmas card list) when as I drew to a halt, my driver side car window *exploded*. Not shattered, no brick thrown, just poof! pile of glass rubble. It was disturbing to say the least. But resourceful Nick and Is provided chili, beer and shed painting as occupational therapy, followed by rather nice Chinese, Pimms tastings and lots of enthusiastic fanwankery of the sort I've been craving since I arrived Darn Sarf. elseware and gnommi- I've Friended you - and apologies to anyone else who was there and whose LJ name I've forgotten (though I do recall that Lawrence was Religiously WINOLJ :)

It is weirdly reassuring to discover that all sf/fan/geek/goth groups are in fact the same people only with different names attached. This lot had done all the things we used to do in fanzines (silly animals, exploding recipes, fannish pastiches, etc etc) only they were young enough to have done it exclusively on the Web. I felt geriatric, but sort of pleased at the same time.

Which brings us to Sunday and the grand surliminal meets rosamicula tickets-only mud-wrestling encounter. For good measure, R also threw in the quasi-mythical minusbat(I liked the idea that instead of biting bat's heads off, bats bit him). I had a wonderful time, involving : Martian sluts, lashings of ginger beer  Jacob's Creek, telling moral_vacuum he was really two people, fondling rosamicula for cub photographer sneerpout and plotting (oh yes, steer, be very afraid.) I just wish I'd stayed for the Scandiwegians. Then again, *I* got home with my tights on.

*thinks* Oh no, I wasn't wearing tights. Damn.

Anyway, That Was Fun, THis Is What My New LIfe Was meant To Be LIke Goddamn IT. Glad reality has finally caught up with the plot. (And thanks so much for letting me crash your party, sushidog. Have Friended loads of people - I feel a flush of LJ enthusiasm coming on...