Reality Takes a Holiday

No shit, there I was...in Detroit of all places...minding my own business trying to enjoy this year's Convocation, when reality comes up and bites me on the ass!

Don't ya hate it when you know there's something missing and you can't put your finger on it? Well all weekend I felt like something was a miss. I drifted from class to class...avoided the smoking room, Kyle and I pychoanalized life and the universe while avoiding the smoking room, I taught a fabulous belly dance class and a damn good Reiki class...I only had about 4oz of Moniack Mead the liquid amber of the gods, but came home with three full bottles he he he...fought the urge to be the jealous whiny girlfriend and lost to my baser instincts...go lizard brain...only managed to cry 3 times all weekend...went to two stupid rituals...took a really cool shamanic journey to bond with my dumbeck...got to know Bast a little better...Jon and I bonded by both of us being in the exact same kind of long distance relationship vagueness...fixed my vagueness by letting my Virgo sun beat the crap out of my Leo moon...cut the apron strings to the phreaquez...discovered we are all just crisis addicts...tried to be weighed and measured, but I found the whole process wanting, although I did get a blue cookie...discovered I am really tired of still being fat...I was the green fairy for a few hours till the panty hose gave out...I really like sparklies...consistantly managed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time a whole lot for getting my Leo's share of attention...got bored with the merchants...co wrote a kick ass chocolate ritual...founded the Church of None of the Above...found out who my real friends are...decided Michigan lefts aren't so bad...Kia can eat Kit Kats in the most fucked up ways...showed off my cleavage so I could stay at an after hours party...got my ego stroked all weekend...my ego is now chaffed...discovered the emotional rollercoaster is normal...still have to look up the significance of salamanders...slept in a bed alone at Con for the first time ever...got riled up about Pagan politics for about five minutes...ya know, three pound balls of string hurt when you get hit on the head with them in web making rituals...did not bring enough clothes...brought too much food...overall had fun...I think :)