Friday night at the Fear Farm was stupendous, spooks, gruesome ghouls, amazing props, working together in collaboration to get even more lost in a labarynth of corn, like being a corn child gave me lots of laughs, screams. I totally gave up controlling screams and just went ahead and let it all out with laughs following shortly behind. It was a blast. Friends everywhere to count on for even more fun. Loads of acknowledgements to everyone around me. What a blast. Good deed, taking annonymous happy snappies to capture those memories of I was there - unposed, being in the moment of... sneak shots.
Saturday night: dinner at Tipps 88, acknowledged our hostess and Linda for her greatness in who she was being. Had an enrolling conversation with Linda about pursuing her dreams and fulfilling her heart in possibilities: teaching fashion design at SCC was one such thought. Conversations vanish. I will email her and remind her of her dream course: So you wanna be a designer. Good deed, returning chairs after dinner when everyone left, cheering loudly while hiding in the crowd for the karaoke singers, inspiring others to give hearty claps at the end of performances in acknowledgment of their courage and talent.
Sunday morning: breakfast at The Farm, acknowledgment of Natalie for hosting, those who set up for their service and our enjoyment of the establishment. Good deed, my sleeping and resting so I will be fresh and present for any and everyone tonight at the convention. Giving Tess Harry and Jennifer's phone number for MU so she knows how to get there and not get lost. I also asked what everyone's initiative was to re-present it in their world.
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