Drum Circle Report

It’s now 3AM and the drum circle is still going on. There’s no actual drumming happening right now: it’s more of a party-cum-hangout session.

Ok. Now it’s 3:42 and everybody’s gone. I just vacuumed, swept, mopped, did the dishes, rolled up the extra rug, and took out the garbage – mostly because I don’t want to leave the cleanup for the tomorrow-me. It’s not exactly altruistic, but I’m pretty sure he’ll take it.

Laila Jo is sitting in my lap as I type, rubbing her face against mine and purring like a little engine. I think what she’s saying is “I missed you. Let’s not do that again, shall we?”

I think Laila Jo will probably just have to suck it up and deal with all the attention and noise next month. Several of tonight’s attendees promised to come back at the next full moon and make some noise again. I’m looking forward to it.

Being that it’s wicked late at night / wicked early in the morning and Laila Jo is giving me those bedroom eyes (yes, they’re the only ones she has, and yes, my apartment is a studio, so technically the whole thing is the bedroom), I’m not going to get into all the hijinks of the evening. And I’m tired.

I may not get into any of the hijinks at all. Attendees were Christine, Jeanne, Crystal, Alessandra, Emily, Alexis, Alyssa, Meredith, Simon, Mark, Dimitri, Mike, Darren, Scott, Will, and Jim Spaulding in New Mexico (via the moon). Under normal circumstances (i.e. I’m blogging at 1AM), I would include hyperlinks to everyone’s facebook page. These are, however, not normal circumstances.

Alli is going to send me the audio file of one of the grooves – it came out pretty well – and I’ll figure out how to post it hereon. In the meantime, here’s a link to Christine’s album on facebook (which she set up before she left); you don’t need to have facebook to view the album. I think.

Overall, I’d say the evening went pretty fucking well.

Yes, that’s a technical term – don’t harsh my mellow, man.