Wilde song & story evening

Much fun this evening (and ooh, just noticed we've now got a spider inside the house, on the living room window; but it's not a black widow, so I'm quite content to leave it there); the bit between rehearsal and the event at Wilde simply sucked, however. I didn't get any work done, and not for lack of trying; but I need a better font for transcribing papyrus — a lunate sigma would be a nice start, for gods' sake! — but any of the remotely sensible ones seem to be unicode, and I still haven't found a time-efficient way to type unicode. Gah. So I frittered away several hours trying to find a good font, all to no avail. So I'm no further on the papyrus transcription, and I have to have it done this evening.

The song and story / talent show well made up for it, though. People I knew there: leech (of course), Kenny (duh, he lives there and is the reason leech was there), Misha (I still haven't figured out how he knows Kenny, but he seems to keep popping up at random events that I attend, as well as being part of the fengshui-web), and Ainsley (whom I invited). There was brie and bread and really crap wine and figs and dates and Turkish apricots and grapes. (Not Turkish grapes, just normal ones.) I was highly amused by Ainsley's staunch refusal to taste a fig — though she did eventually, and apparently didn't much like it. Poor, rejected figs.

When the talent show thing eventually started, some of the acts were funny for the sheer crapness of their being thrown together at the last moment, and some stuff was actually good. leech beatboxed, which always amazes me, but I especially love watching him do so for a new audience, 'cause it is really impressive and everyone's always all "oh. my. god." And some girl did belly dancing, and that was phenomenal. I recited the Highwayman, but it didn't go nearly as well as at the retreat last year. It was OK, but I felt very off. Ah well. I think I needed more light, for a start.

Anyway, much fun, and I think Ainsley enjoyed herself, so I'm glad she could come. Highly busy weekend; concert Sunday, workshop thing Saturday, shopping for P5 women's blouses.... and I have to get this damned papyrus transcription typed up. And make some comments on it. Gmph.