A Good Friday

Well color me a believer. I had been enjoying ragging on the Rhythm Society party all week, because in order to get into one of their parties (excuse me, "celebrations") you need to be indoctrinated beforehand by a member. And then there had been whisperings that audrey wouldn't be allowed into the indoctrination mtg, which royally pissed me off (and turned out just to be false information, she totally could have come), so I was all like, "Fuck this RS shit, if half my friends weren't DJing at the thing there's no way I would go." And I went to the meeting, which mostly consisted of my friends (we all know the same DJs), and had some pizza, and received some totally chill, sensible advice. Their parties are dry, so after the mtg F and I went out for a couple tasty beers at The Monks Kettle, and then headed over to the Unitarian Universalist Church.

Ok, first off, the party is held in a fucking church. Gorgeous, huge space, pristine wooden floors to run around on (no problem being barefoot), free run of the chapel and conservatory, and a beautiful courtyard in the middle of the 4 rooms of music and sanctuary. Second, I didn't meet anyone lame, as I had been led to believe RS members tended to be. Everyone was relaxed, and interesting, and liked to dance. It was a nice mix of people all being super respectful of the space. There were cozy corners and lamps and laser light shows everywhere. Lots of hanging gauze. Dozens of beds (not to mention hundreds of cushioned pews to lie down in if you so desired). A bunch of hugs from strangers at the door. A table constantly being refreshed with homemade food. Chai, tea, and coffee (remember, this was a dry party. We needed something to keep us awake, if we didn't want to ingest alternative substances). An opening ceremony that was not even close to being lame (we stood around for a bit making rain sounds, and it sounded great). The whole thing blew me away, and ran so smoothly. No one looked rushed, yet everything unfolded on time. Maybe there were some hidden folks getting stressed out, but none of it transferred to the public space. People took care of the bathrooms. It was all so comforting, and reminded me of something I can't quite remember. Ok, I admit it, I teared up a bit at the fiery god light show in the conservatory, chillin out from all the dancing in a pew, not waiting for anything to happen. Francisco danced more than he ever does. Usually he gets distracted by all the socializing, while I avoid socializing and focus on dancing, but this time he was so energized by the space (or our awesome friends' music) that he couldn't stop himself.

I am feelin good. Hey, no hangover! Dry parties, huh. I have a 3 day weekend and am fully prepared for it. I need to buy some makeup for our film shoot on Tuesday, because damn I have not bought makeup in about 5 years. I hear that Mac foundation is pretty good yeah? Crap, I do not know much about these things, but I gotta suck it up and shop sometime. My clothes are getting ratty as well. What is a girl to do....