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I'm always at a loss to fully cover the events that transpire during a weekend with wooisme. This last one in particular, having spanned four days, begins to lose the fine edges of each detailed occurrence. I think a wholistic view of the experience is at least as warm and special a thing anyway. Some things do stand out in my mind though.

I had a relaxing trip out to Michigan. I arrived slightly early as I'd planned, using the time to stand outside the car and read. The birds in Michigan, it would seem, are unusually accurate bombardiers. Fortunately, neither the book nor myself were too badly stained. A bigger surprise came when Andrea arrived and we tried to check in. We were told that the motel no longer accepted trade credit, even though they had accepted her reservation the day before. We ended up visiting the trade exchange where Andrea froze their trade account (heh) and we booked another place up near Flint.

Saturday and Sunday were very happily spent wandering the grounds of the Michigan Renaissance Festival with the company of datahawk, emrldgirrl, Lisa, moryssa, and wyldekyttin. I think I'm going to enjoy having MiRF as my home faire. I've been to Bristol so few times and done so little there that I'm not sure it ever really counted as my faire. We all travelled en masse around the grounds on Saturday, then chose to split up and cover more ground on Sunday. I got to hang around after hours for the first time as all of the staff and playtrons met up at the pub after closing, and we all went out for food both nights. I had such a good time getting to know everyone better. I even have offers for me to drop by to visit from both Lisa, to have a long hair care tutorial *grin*, and Moryssa, who it would seem lives only 20 blocks or so away. Though I still feel a little bit self conscious about going out by myself and visiting people, knowing that I have people I can visit is an indescribably good feeling. Thank you, my friends. *hugs* Sunday night, at the Macaroni Grill, Andrea doodled a heart with our names on it on the paper table cloth, representative of the doodles she said she's done during boring meetings at work. Of course, I had to add in the arrow through it. I know, we're sickeningly cute. We're both really in love, and we intend to fully enjoy the experience. *grin* There is a true magic here that I don't intend to ever let escape.

An interesting sideline to the faire experience: On Sunday, Andrea put eyeliner on me early in the day. I'd never been much interested in make-up of any sort before. I didn't like my make up class in college at all, except for making myself up as Aslan from the Chronicles of Narnia. However, when I saw myself in a mirror with eyeliner on, I just looked different to myself in a way I can't put into words. I can't precisely say what it was like, but in a way, I felt like I was seeing my eyes, and perhaps my face, for the first time. My eyes were much more expressive, my face much more distinct. In fact, in what is a really rare experience for me, I felt like my face and my hair, even the short fly-away strands, honestly looked good. I suspect this must be some strange quirk of my prosopagnosia, but just that glimpse into that altered perception has left me feeling noticably more relaxed about the way my hair looks. That and the fact that Lisa kept telling me how nice my hair looked and that the sticking out bits were fine has left me feeling oddly good about my appearance. It's a strange, comfortable feeling. And you may be seeing me with eyeliner at cons or faires in the future...

Monday was a day entirely spent lounging in the motel room, excepting a couple trips to get food and, of course, stop at a thrift store. And a 'romantic fun store for couples'. Well, it was practically right across the street from the motel. Heh. Who knew you could buy and sell such an abstract quality as romantic fun? *giggle* In the almost six months I've known my dear one we've spent a good number of days together and done a lot of things, but this day of just laying in bed, talking, reading, watching T.V., and playing Trivial Pursuit was definately one of the best I've had. Honestly, all my days with her have been some of the best I've had.

Tuesday was spent driving, mainly. We put the deposit down on our apartment. I am so deeply excited and nervous at the same time. I want this with all my heart. I just worry that I'll be able to hold up my end of things. I have faith that things will work out, but I'm still going to keep worrying until I know how they're going to work out. While I worry about my job/education situation, Andrea tells me that Darren does too. I actually truly appreciate that. I appreciate that he worries about her and cares for her. As I learn more about Darren, bits and pieces coming up in conversation, I get the feeling that, not regarding circumstances and situations, we might well get along farily well. This feels a little odd to write since I know he reads this, but I see just a few elements of myself in him...

My raccoon and I made it to... *shrug* must've been 5 seperate thrift stores through the course of the day. We picked up quite the haul of books, not to mention the nice glass chess set and a couple other nick-nicks. Now I have to teach my sweetie how to play chess. It's been a long time for me, but I love that game. I even felt like I was starting to not suck at it for a while. As the evening turned to night and we closed out the last of the thrift stores, we gathered up the booty, counted out the shares, and packed it all into our ships. (It was pirate weekend at faire after all.) One more long, sweet goodbye and I was off for home. The home that, in less than a month, will no longer be my home. I've had such a good life in so many ways despite my difficulties, and I know that will continue in Michigan. Thank you, mom and dad, for putting up with my weirdness over these 23 years because you're weird yourselves. I am very lucky to have you.