The blogmeet morphed into the FezFest . It was blogworld meets Barbelith meets everyone Luke's ever met.
Had fun hanging out with Stuart , Seth, Vaugh, Ian, Catherine, Rob, Cherry, Dan,Brooke, Claire and Paul. And, bizarrely discussed a range of topics from Kabbalah, intertestemental literature, Guardian columnists, people's leather/pvc trousers and played a silly drinking game "what I've done in the last [enter your time period here]". I hate those games; I always feel under pressure to be funny and fail miserably and people look at me oddly. Luckily, most people were quite drunk. Me included.
Luke made an alcohol-infused cute goodbye speechlet, and gave away the rest of his CD collection. All very zen.
There was a high digital-camera to person ratio; one in three, I'd guess. After a while I gave up trying to keep control of my image. Lousy pictures of me will appear all over the interwebnet-doodar and I will get a modelling contract from one of those agencies who specialise in "real" ie ugly people.
Got home at oneish, and rounded off the evening watching the end of a truly crap made-for-TV movie; Dream House Starring Timothy Busfield, and - I think, it was late, I was fuzzy - Carol Vordeman as her own voice. There was an irony to half-watching a badly made movie about computers taking over even your house. I think computers are an enabler, a platform... nothing more. Human interraction - parties, people, drink, conversation - is never going out of fashion.
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