Nun hangs out with friends.

Friday night: dinner with rigel_p, who was in town for Norwescon, and her beau C. We swapped tales of Sydney and science. Happiness.

No accounts of Sybil this weekend. While I was waiting for rigel_p I got to hang out with minim_calibre - yay! - and talk about sex toys. Her protestations to the contrary, I think she's a guru. (She's definitely a guru about nails and scents.) The trouble is, chatting with her gave me the hornies late at night when I couldn't reasonably use Sybil without being a jerk neighbor. So ahem.

Last night: A party hosted by Funny Lady and her crew. I don't know if it devolved toward the end because I left at the reasonable hour of about 0045, but yeah, fantastic cocktails & space-themed costumes.

Today: a certain Burner couple's easter egg hunt. See above for why I showed up too late for the actual egg-finding. Fabulous food, and stories of bodily injury. You know, a Burner gathering.

No, hanging out with my friends doesn't make very interesting blog copy, but I think I needed it. I'm much happier for having done so.