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Mr Santos was not at the club tonight. He was missed.

Other than that, for entertainment value, there was a train wreck in a sleeveless peach flowing thing, blue jeans that were two sizes too small and a mauve thong that was visible for far more of the evening than it should have been.

Chicky poo was even getting up wildelf's nose about requesting songs that he didn't have and wouldn't play if he did. He told her as much more than once, too. And she just refused to get it.

A group of us had the misfortune of watching her play pool very badly (so badly, in fact, I wanted to go over and just drop the 8-ball into a pocket so they would have to stop playing), but the coup de grace was when she and her boytoy decided to dance on the stage. It was beyond train wreck and into Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.

It was laughably bad, and if she remembers it tomorrow (she was three sheets to a very strong wind), also extremely embarrassing. I think her dancing was meant to be titillating, but the stimulated sex/dry humping looked awkward and silly. Oh well, at least I got a laugh out of it.

It was such a lovely day. It would have been a lot nicer if I could have sat outside in the back garden and read or something, but not having a garden or the time to read, really, killed that quite nicely.

I'm currently working on my character history for the Elder's LARP. It's going fairly well, but it's getting out of hand already. I'm eight pages in (twelve was the set maximum on account of a character history that I wrote for another game being a mere thirty-six pages!) and no where near done. At least clawfoot, one of the storytellers, is willing to read it in its entirety. But I still have to include a reference sheet for both her and the other storyteller, wildelf, for dates and times and such. The irony of this is my previous character for this game had a character history of a mere three pages, because I was keenly aware of wildelf looking at me when the page limit was announced. *sigh* Infamy...who needs it? :P

That aside, it was great to play again. It was even more fun to dress up a little and wear a pair of boots that I hadn't had on since before I was pregnant. My feet were unhappy by the end of the night but I just didn't care...I felt good.

Right now, the baby's trying to decide if she wants to sleep or cry. She fusses for a bit, then settles and looks ready to drop off into dreamland. But, can't have that! So she fusses again. Silly tired baby. Sleep now, sweetpea.

Well, the demon shirt is finally done, out of my house and with its new owner.

I'm pleased with the way it turned out (better than the black one, to my eyes), but the execution of the task was nightmarish at times (hence my love of pleats). The gussets under the arms went in so easily (once I figured out the trick to it, which only took me a few moments instead of hours) and the hems of both the sleeves and the bottom of the shirt matched up. That should have been my first indication that I was in for some serious frustration.

Then I broke two needles in the same place topstitching the sleeves to the yoke. After switching to a heavier needle (a 16/100 instead of the 14/90s that broke), no more breakages. Okay. Fine. Then came the adventure with pleats, which I won't detail for my blood pressure's sake. Then I ran out of thread, which has never happened to me before. Then even more fun with pleats (and the collar). *shudder*

The one part I was dreading actually worked fairly well. Grommets can either go in with no problems or ruin the entire project. The worst they were was tedious. I can handle tedious since the project was finished last night, spritzed with a little water and then hung in the bathroom.

The next two shirts have no pleating (thank god!) and the worse things are more grommets (the red) and two button holes (the green). Those I can handle.

Two down, two to go.

Having an epiphany is rare, but being in a pastoral setting on a perfect day and getting bathed in sunlight just as things come together is downright unheard of. So you take what you can get, when you can get it, regardless of where you are.

So on Wednesday night at Club Ren, listening to wildelf spin, and hanging out with fuzzpsych, robertom and the_daily_rant, I had an epiphany. Everything came together. As I sat there with my feet up on the rungs of the chair in front of me and my hand on my belly, I actually felt ready for the new life that I carry.

For the first time in months, the overwhelming terror and worry had taken a back seat to anticipation and a little bit of excitement. It was a serene moment, one that's still difficult to explain or quantify even to myself, but it happened, and now all I have to do is wait.