Then later headed up to julietk's party, which was most excellent. Lots of people there I knew, I'm not going to attempt to namecheck them all! Good to see all of them anyway.
Strange to see the Pembroke Posse for the first time in aeons. It felt rather like a school reunion or something -- the same awkward realisation that everybody else I know has gone and forged independent and interesting lives for themselves, while I'm still drifting around doing very little. (And it always strikes me as odd that people think being in a relationship is some kind of achievement; I'd count it as far more of an achievement if I was actually capable of living for 10 minutes without somebody else organising my life for me.)
It was lovely to see martling again, although I didn't get a chance to have much in the way of a real conversation with him. I did, however, have a really helpful heart-to-heart with J-P and another with julietk. Thank you both (though J-P probably isn't reading this) for being there, & for giving helpful advice -- I don't expect you to make my decisions for me but I do value the opinions of my friends.
There was some very cool DJing from Abi, Kat and J-P, and consequently lots of energetic dancing and bouncing from the assembled masses. Fun as always to dance with lnr. :-) Not sure julietk and Pete's neighbours were quite as impressed as we all were by the music, but they didn't seem too cross when they came round at about 3am to ask us to keep the noise down a little. Oops.
Apparently there was late-night coot-molesting by julietk and marnameow in the nearby park. By the time this took place, though, I was doing my best to sleep on the living-room floor despite the impressive snoring of Twofish and the ongoing noise from the still-awake folks on the stairs.
On Sunday morning I picked up my GLASTONBURY ticket from daneel_olivaw, and then went for breakfast with hoiho at Ruby in the Dust (which has now been uninspiringly renamed The Camden Kitchen but still serves a damn fine brunch). We were very restrained and refrained from buying any clothes or shoes on the way through Camden!! I was briefly tempted by the sight of haircuts for £6 to get a really drastic haircut, but decided that a) it would just look like I was copying lnr, and b) sion_a would be cross if I got my hair cut without asking him first.
Got back to find that Cambridge was beset by rainstorms -- thunder and lightning when hoiho and I got to the station car park! However, the weather didn't prevent us from going on to a nice BBQ at simonb's and ottah's later, and it even stopped raining so that we could sit out in the garden.
Hennaed my hair later on in the evening, supposedly in a much brighter red but in fact it just looks exactly the same as before, only a bit less even. Oh well. Looks like the combination of spousal veto and crap hair is conspiring to make sure that I have boring hair for the rest of my life.
Feeling crashy after the weekend. This kind of mood-swing seems to be happening with depressing regularity; so much so that while I'm looking forward to Glastonbury immensely, I'm really dreading the comedown. The bit where we realise that we failed to paint it black. The good things are worth the crashes afterwards, but I can't help being greedy and wishing I could just have the former without the latter.
What's in my head at the moment? Rain, and cars, and diverging paths. A smile, and a sigh, and the words to a song that somebody played. A handful of hopes, and a forest of fears. And a hundred things that remain unsaid.