Well, I'm just about recovered from the party on Saturday. And I have learned the first rule of partys: Never ever host one.

It all went reasonably well, but I was dashing about all night long just to make sure I wasn't neglecting anybody, so by the end on the night my feet really hurt.

It was good to see a lot of the people that I havn'y seen on SO long, thogh some I'd rather see out of a party/alcohol context.

Also, there were some friends present (they, and I, know who they are) who, believeing they had a sense of humour, took it upon themselves to disrupt and damage my own, but more importantly, my parents property. It really just felt like a punch in the guts, especially given all the hard work, time and money that was put into giving them something that they could enjoy. All they really have succeeded in doing is putting the brakes on my quickness to invite them to something similar in the future. Well done, eh?

That unpleasentness aside, the night went fairly well, though there's still a bit of mess to clear up this morning. It'll be quite a while before I do something like that again...



Well, It's my last week here in Banff. Soon, I'll be off to pastures new. Still cannot wait. There's a lot of packing to do. And that has to be fit around an imminet trip to Findhorn, and Aberdeen with Pippa (whom I will have to get even with cause of her inability to get to the party).

Happier days wait ahead...