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and it feels like I'm home again
Jun. 22nd, 2011 12:11 amHappy Summer! It's been Update Fail City around here, mostly because I've been busy recovering from BEA and Reunion.
BEA was crazy, starting from the minute I walked into the exhibit hall and had to walk back out again to collect myself two minutes later. It was wonderful to spend time with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
a4yroldfaerie, who kindly let me stay with her and looked after me and got me invited to fancy things. One of my co-workers joined us on Day 2, and that was the day that turned into the ~*Night of Infamous Karaoke.*~
Scarcely had I returned from the wilds of NYC than it was time for Reunion. The only thing I did to prepare was clean the apartment and dye my hair red again. There were a number of people I was exceedingly happy to see, and campus was beautiful. It kind of stunned me, and I had to remind myself that it looks like this all the time. Nefarious activities included a picnic and fiddling on the lawn; covert re-chalking was much less covert than in bygone days but just as satisfactory. Walking around, going from Munger to Pom, we could have just been on our way to dinner.
With enough of us there, it still feels like home.
BEA was crazy, starting from the minute I walked into the exhibit hall and had to walk back out again to collect myself two minutes later. It was wonderful to spend time with
a4yroldfaerie, who kindly let me stay with her and looked after me and got me invited to fancy things. One of my co-workers joined us on Day 2, and that was the day that turned into the ~*Night of Infamous Karaoke.*~ Scarcely had I returned from the wilds of NYC than it was time for Reunion. The only thing I did to prepare was clean the apartment and dye my hair red again. There were a number of people I was exceedingly happy to see, and campus was beautiful. It kind of stunned me, and I had to remind myself that it looks like this all the time. Nefarious activities included a picnic and fiddling on the lawn; covert re-chalking was much less covert than in bygone days but just as satisfactory. Walking around, going from Munger to Pom, we could have just been on our way to dinner.
With enough of us there, it still feels like home.
