And many more people whose names and faces I simply can't remember.
These few are enough though.
I am most amazed at how easy and fun it was to be with these people. Somehow, someway we had gotten past much of the awkwardness that comes with meeting people for the first time.
I'm sure the wine helped a bit.
But I think it's more than that.
We are so often consumed by the mask we put on to face the world-the one that smiles when it should, protects us from the assholes we encounter everyday-that we forget it is just that-a mask, and it's hard to know people-and ourselves-when we forget how to take the mask off. Some people I think are so lost in the face they show the world that they have forgotten how to be real.
The mask, this filter, this civilized mien is a necessary device for life as we know it- but it sure does get in the way.
This blogverse-this reality that has been created by we few here-is a place I think that we have peopled(perhaps unintentionally) with our true selves. That somehow the person we create for this interactive world is somehow less of an avatar and is rather more of our true self.
I found that I really do like these people that I have gotten to know through the blogverse and who have seen more of the me behind the mask.
Maybe we are all like prisms-and light.
Here we remove the filter and let our hearts shine.
Refracted through our interactions with others, the blast of light which is our selves is sorted and becomes visible and we are beautiful.
Then again I could just be full of shit.
Regardless, I had a wonderful time and was sad to leave.
We drug it out the goodbyes as long as we could but...
I confess I was very anxious to be reunited with my pillow.