Sunday the intensity was averted, because I decided that it could be this time. If it’s a repeat issue, I’ll address it – with preparation.  But one time, I can sough it off.  I left at 2pm and went shopping, meeting some Seattle friends.  I did some wardrobe replenishment – and bought a jacket. The jacket was a want-need. I wanted it. I’ve been thinking about it since I first saw it in May, and the price was very very right.  But, I didn’t need another leather jacket – per se.  But, I do need a jacket.  The only jackets that are the right size are two sports jackets – one running the other from MEC.  My gore-tex is too big as are all my other jackets.  So in some ways though I have multiple leather jackets, I now have one that isn’t 5 sizes too big.  Maybe I’m justifying it and maybe if I had a ‘money club’ a la Smart Cookies I’d’ve been talked out of it.  Or maybe not. I did think about it for 4 months before spending the cash.
I’m feeling the pangs of spending money a little bit at the moment, but I will be back in the area in a couple of weeks and if I must, I can always return the stuff.  But I’ll think on it.
I’m more regretting turning down the interview with the company that pays a great deal more money than I’m getting right now.  I suppose.
Anyhow, after shopping I went to my friend’s place and got ready and made a ‘surprise’ appearance at a blues party in Seattle.  I didn’t tell anyone I was going, though before the weekend I was 80% sure I’d end up there. There were some yummy dances with very unexpected people. There is one lead, a guy I recognize from the lindy scene (silly me, I forgot about a lindy event that I’ve always planned on going to… oops… oh well, I had great dances never-the-less), and I didn’t know he could blues dance.  And maybe he’s not an experienced blues lead, but I did have some great blues dances with him so whatever his experience, the dances were yummy.  Hopefully it’s the first of many blues dances — and perhaps some lindy as well. I’ve danced with him before, but not often.  I was also asked by a lead who NEVER asks me. He’s someone I know, and he knows me, but he’s never asked me to dance. He’s always given me the impression a bit of the ‘rock star’ type. Perhaps not in personality or attitude, but I’ve always been intimidated about asking him. We danced ½ a song and it was a lot of fun. He said he enjoyed it too – perhaps I’m cautious, or the pain of last weekend has made me less confident, but my thoughts are “Hmm. Great… if that’s true, at another event in the future, he’ll ask me again – for a full song”.
As the night wore on, I got pretty tired, so I decided to leave as the party was still going on, but people were slowly filtering out. I crashed at my friend’s place. They’ve got 6 kittens there right now.  Adorable. I woke up in the morning with 6 tiny fuzzy bodies all over me sound asleep.  As I untangled myself to use the washroom, they all were awake and bouncing off the walls. They were so so cute!  I hung out with my friends, watching “Superbad” (an apt title – let me tell you I’m very glad I’m not in high school!) then I left and came back to the cabin.
Now I’ve had a nap and I’m going to pick some blackberries to take home with me before tidying up and heading home to face another week of reality.