It's not a coincidence, I tell you. I went to a Bay Area diarist party last year and came down with a rotten cold the next day. I gave a party for Kymm Zuckert and invited a lot of Bay Area diarists yesterday, and came down with a rotten cold today. Once was suspicious, twice is evidence. I categorically refuse to ever attend a Journalcon should there be another one. I'd probably come down with pneumonia.
I think Michael did an excellent job of writing up the highlights of the party, so go read his entry. I will merely add that I envisioned a two hour tea party/open house sort of genteel thingie. Eight hours later I was out of champagne, sandwichs, Diet Cokes, and energy. There were the brightly colored remains of Christmas crackers everywhere, and the three pounds of cookies were thoroughly pillaged. The house smelled of lemongrass soap, mulled cider, and evergreen boughs. Several people brought presents which was very thoughtful of them. I felt like a successful hostess with the mostess. Today, of course, I suffer. But man, did I have fun!
Tomorrow I find out what my grade is for my algebra class. I am fatalistic. I cannot care about it any more. All I want is to pass, and since I'm convinced I did the rest is only a formality.
But I'll tell you what I got anyway when I know. It's the least I can do to make up for putting up with me while I struggled through this class.
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