Had a nice weekend off-duty. Friday, and I went to a party. It was mellow, but I met some good people there. There was no one there that I knew; these were all ‘s friends from a while back. There seem to be some good people in this group, though some sexual tensions and reminders were present. Several of the men there were ‘s former lovers, and while everyone was welcoming of me, there was a certain disappointment, I think, that they weren’t in my shoes. While I was talking to Matt and Rich, Michael was doing reiki on . He was disappointed that she was going home with me. Lucky for me, so sad for him. Also met the mom of a former, brief, lover there; her daughter is doing well, apparently, out in Colorado.
Saturday drove down to a former student’s Court of Honor for his Eagle Scout promotion. The troop has successfully promoted seven Eagle Scouts in the last six years, which is apparently a regional record. I was conscious throughout the ceremony of three difficult things — the fact that I had been a cub scout, and had wanted to be a Boy Scout, but had not been able to find a local troop to join; and the speading antlers of a massive pair of horns from a twenty-one-point buck; and third, the fact that everyone in the room was nominally hetero, God-fearing, and conservative. The conversations I had afterward kinda confirmed that opinion. I felt out of place; someone wrote in my diary a few days ago that I can talk to all kinds of people, but I felt totally out of my league. It was like being in an alien world.
Saturday night and I had our party. I cooked lamb for our guests; we were 15 people in all. and came, and and , and Camilla from ‘s work, and Ximon, and , and Langford who worked with a long while ago. Karen and anti-Daniel came with Gene, as well. We also had Roger from Spain there, and Jen the roommate. It was a good party; we had lots of talks about money and magic and fitness and storytelling and science, and we were up until about 2 in the morning. Good times had by all.
SUnday we went to ‘s parents house for Easter dinner. We had a nice time, but came back exhausted. We really burned the candle at both ends all weekend. On the way home, I suddenly discovered that instead of being on I-95/128, I was on Route 2 at I-495. I’d kinda spaced out, somehow, and wound up in Concord, Acton, and eventually Marlboro or wherever. Eek. Eventually got home, but by a rather circuitous route. Stopped in at poetry, almost went to Denny’s, decided I needed sleep more than an ultimate omelette.