also, we got fed a good breakfast, a lovely lunch and finished off with various baked bries and many glasses of red wine. i knew very few people and felt strangely shy and self-conscious whenever i cornered someone and talked to them for longer than a couple of minutes, so i largely stood in the corner, ate and drank and wondered if i was looking at all mysterious, or just plain old big and sad. i suspect it was perhaps a combination ("look at that large drunk girl! she sure likes cheese! how she has managed to not spill any red wine down her front is a complete mystery!")
the evening is now coming to a slow and leisurely end, the cicadas are boldly chirping, the cruise ships are behaving oddly, the stars are twinkling in their usual supercilious way, the cbc is entertaining us musically, and all is well with the world. and look, ma, no swearing!