Ok, technically its Saturday here but I haven't been to bed yet, which makes it still Friday night for me. That means I can blog and haven't missed a day yet. Goody.
I have a cat sitting on my lap and one on my chest. I'm lying on the couch, ready for bed, sending this via my phone. Which is a pain in the arse, btw. One of my cats is snoring. Really.
Had a great dinner with friends tonight and looking forward to 3 miles in the a.m. with TNT followed by brunch. Magic 8 Ball says it should be a good day.
Lying here, I almost fell asleep and found myself drifting through old Faire memories. Specifically the time an ex boyfriend showed up and as he was an ex performer as well, he went to dinner afterward with the cast. I asked a friend to "rescue" me, a guy friend, and make it look like I was previously engaged. And wanted.
I remember him coming to get me from a crowd of people, with a few other lads in tow, and we sat elsewhere in the restaurant. Me and "my boys", which is how I thought of them at the time. And I felt so safe. I was saved from a situation that was causing me a great deal of anxiety.
Sometimes you just need a graceful exit.
-A
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