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Currently uploading photos from the 48. It's going slowly, much slower than usual even for the amount of photos.
The weekend was ... interesting, also painful. My legs will eventually forgive me.
Friday was relatively normal. There was something like a 10-song straight run that I danced to, thanks![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jwm. It didn't quite go as far as putting me on a high, but it was good. Also did something to my knee that had me going for the anti-inflams the next morning.
Got home about 3 after playing taxi, which meant I had a little less than 1.5 hours sleep when the earthquake hit. Spent the next hour online spamming updates from twitter to FaceBook and calming down, before returning to bed and failing to get a couple of hours sleep. Eventually gave up and got up, because there was a list of things I needed to do.
Headed over to the party, discovered no-one with organisational responsibility around and made a decision to try and make sure at least the battle happened. Thus returning home and spamming my availability to transport across several channels.
Diverted to bringcodym who was without power over to my place, picked up slothphil at the same time. By the time we got back to the Resort it had power and i was able to connect to their wireless network and monitor events. The battle was postphoned as it turned out and eventually most of us at the party decamped for home and desperately needed sleep. I think I got a solid 2-3 hours, enough to keep going.
Saturday evening did a transport run to getcodym home and collect a full carload of partygoers. The party was understandably quieter, but still reached critical mass (again, much dancing). I'm very grateful that wootduosmaster was also doing the taxi thing as I only wound up with one carload when I decided I really needed to be getting home. I admit I wasn't really on the ball with picking up on when other people were ready to leave.
I think I managed about 6 hours sleep before aftershocks started to wake me. For something to do I got up and labelled the first two batches of photos, which is the only reason they're ready to upload now. Come afternoon I collectedslothphil again and we arrived to flatmates having breakfast (& thanks again for the pancake Mike). Eventually battlers turned up and we relocated to the park.
The battle was fairly small - 6 a side plus onlookers - but both teams entered into it with complete enthusiasm. The photos will speak for themselves. Eventually the cultists realised that the stars were wrong - because the battle had been meant to be the previous day - but nevertheless they had successfully disrupted cocktail hour.
We wrapped up with board games, which despite nearly losing critical mass and enthusiasm about 5pm managed to recover with a late arrival and continue until after 8pm - the 48 hour mark.
It was a great weekend and thanks to all involved in running and attending the event/s.
~~~
The defining point of the weekend was actually making the decision to push for people to continue attending the party. At that point I changed gears from reactive to active, from "don't get in the way" mode to "organiser" mode, from socially passive (a state I inflict on myself much of the time for various reasons) to socially dominant (a state I'm -much happier- in, but which tends to ... cause more issues than it is worth).
This distinctly altered -how- I interacted with certain people throughout the Saturday evening, although the differences may have been only noticeable to me, and having some of the the safeties off certainly let me enjoy the party more.
I want to hang onto that.
The weekend was ... interesting, also painful. My legs will eventually forgive me.
Friday was relatively normal. There was something like a 10-song straight run that I danced to, thanks
jwm. It didn't quite go as far as putting me on a high, but it was good. Also did something to my knee that had me going for the anti-inflams the next morning.Got home about 3 after playing taxi, which meant I had a little less than 1.5 hours sleep when the earthquake hit. Spent the next hour online spamming updates from twitter to FaceBook and calming down, before returning to bed and failing to get a couple of hours sleep. Eventually gave up and got up, because there was a list of things I needed to do.
Headed over to the party, discovered no-one with organisational responsibility around and made a decision to try and make sure at least the battle happened. Thus returning home and spamming my availability to transport across several channels.
Diverted to bring
codym who was without power over to my place, picked up slothphil at the same time. By the time we got back to the Resort it had power and i was able to connect to their wireless network and monitor events. The battle was postphoned as it turned out and eventually most of us at the party decamped for home and desperately needed sleep. I think I got a solid 2-3 hours, enough to keep going. Saturday evening did a transport run to get
codym home and collect a full carload of partygoers. The party was understandably quieter, but still reached critical mass (again, much dancing). I'm very grateful that wootduosmaster was also doing the taxi thing as I only wound up with one carload when I decided I really needed to be getting home. I admit I wasn't really on the ball with picking up on when other people were ready to leave.I think I managed about 6 hours sleep before aftershocks started to wake me. For something to do I got up and labelled the first two batches of photos, which is the only reason they're ready to upload now. Come afternoon I collected
slothphil again and we arrived to flatmates having breakfast (& thanks again for the pancake Mike). Eventually battlers turned up and we relocated to the park.The battle was fairly small - 6 a side plus onlookers - but both teams entered into it with complete enthusiasm. The photos will speak for themselves. Eventually the cultists realised that the stars were wrong - because the battle had been meant to be the previous day - but nevertheless they had successfully disrupted cocktail hour.
We wrapped up with board games, which despite nearly losing critical mass and enthusiasm about 5pm managed to recover with a late arrival and continue until after 8pm - the 48 hour mark.
It was a great weekend and thanks to all involved in running and attending the event/s.
~~~
The defining point of the weekend was actually making the decision to push for people to continue attending the party. At that point I changed gears from reactive to active, from "don't get in the way" mode to "organiser" mode, from socially passive (a state I inflict on myself much of the time for various reasons) to socially dominant (a state I'm -much happier- in, but which tends to ... cause more issues than it is worth).
This distinctly altered -how- I interacted with certain people throughout the Saturday evening, although the differences may have been only noticeable to me, and having some of the the safeties off certainly let me enjoy the party more.
I want to hang onto that.
