The beerfest post

[janestarz]

And then it’s all over. The beerfest is over, the Dutchelfwood meeting too. You bring the last guest to the busstop and then you’re home alone. Tommy’s awake I think, listening to some music, not coming to the livingroom. Some time for ourselves.

Friday started with me going to school to post some last minute LJ-scribblings and reading more “I can’t make it” e-mails. Around three I hurried myself home, picking up leaves and nuts from the street for decoration. I decorated two black candles and as soon as Tommy came home from her work, we went out again for groceries.
Beer, chips, nuts, drinks, punchstuff. When we came home I went back out for the stuff we had forgotton. Tommy worried about the punch and when I came back I saw the red car of her father park in the street.

We cooked for her father, Dora and her brothers and Anouska and we ate. In a hurry Tommy and her brothers went to the city to shoot pictures for their mum’s birthday. I was left to entertain her father and Dora. Then the doorbell rang and Laura, our drummer was at the door. About half an hour later ozjish sms’d me that he couldn’t find the house. So I went outside and there he was! All dressed up as Gomez Addams while I was still in my “normal” outfit. Hughugkisshihowareyou!

At 8.30, when the party would officially start, Tommy still wasn’t back, but Laura and I already changed into our outfits. I wrestled with my dress, talcpowder, make-up and fake-nails. As soon as she was back and her father was on his way back home, she went BunnyWild…

The fest itself was a big success, I’d say. There were a lot of people from the Deli where Tommy works, The Dreamwalker and his sister dropped in around nine-fifteen or something and against all odds even Carien made it! Yaaaaay!!! At the end of the evening when then Deli-people were already gone, Jonathan and Gerrit finally arrived after drinking the beer they had reserved for our party at Johnny’s pad. Gerrit was not really in costume but Jonathan was: Roadkill!

Around four or something (I never keep track of time at these things), I had had one glass of punch, my bottle of honeywine, and a glass of red wine. We kicked out Jonathan and Gerrit, and made our beds in the livingroom. Since my matrass had served as lounge-sitarea I chose to sleep there as well, because I really didn’t feel like dragging it back to the bedroom.

At eight-thirty I woke up, and around ten everyone was awake and all, so after we sent Tommy to work and Laura had had some breakfast and was on the way back to Diemen, Oz helped clean up the dishes.

Then we played guitar. And then we went to the Dutchelfwood meeting.

I showed him the So What, our favourite hang-out place where we had a tosti. We walked to the station and met up with Suzan and Henk, just as Mischa called that he was there with his car. Bigass Rover I tell you! We went to the Jug and Mark found us in the nick of time. Henk had brought cake for it was his birthday! We just sat and started drawing.
Even Oz drew, very good too! He must have made a ton of drawings. *Grin* I walked him to his car around five, and he went back home to Groningen. Merrick and The Dreamwalker also came in and Marius was the last to arrive. We ate at seven and continued our drawing at my house: better lights.
Marius took the eleven-something bus, and Mark drove off at eleven-thirty. Suzan made her bed in the livingroom and I slept in my own bed (thank goodness).
This morning we two happily continued drawing after breakfast. *Grin* Suzan took the bus to the trainstation just now.

Oh my, there must be pencils everywhere.

So here’s the blunt side of what happened. Friends-only is ofcourse coming up!