It was my second consecutive night in the city, this time for the monthly Interstitial Arts Salon down in the West Village. Our usual host, my friend Tempest, wasn't going to be able to attend, so she asked me to host this month, which was very cool. There ended up only being about 8 people, which was fine as it meant I didn't have to stand on a chair and deliver a speech. It was a bit of a weird vibe, with a group that small, as four of us knew each other and were very heart centered, and the other four were new and were VERY head centered / post modern / skeptics. Right when my other friend Ricardou (another shamanic practitioner, of all things) and I were getting frustrated and ready to leave, Tempest showed up after all, and we drove her up to Inwood to end the night.
I would be remiss if I didn't mention the continuation of birthday week, with the arrival of this lovely and so very me gift from The Dear Boy. Now I have a sonic screwdriver pen for my purse! Just like a proper Time Lord! Huzzah!
Practically slurring here. Good night.
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