It doesn't seem possible, but it is: my event has come and gone.
After all is said and done, it was good fun. Planning like a wild woman up front pays off. This year I actually had time to talk to folks, notice the flow of things, and enjoy some of the music - instead of running around like a lost looking for her mommy. Guess that's why they call it planning.
I look for miracles in most things these days. On Sunday, I found my miracle in the weather; miraculous or not, the cold, windy fog of the week prior, folded into a beautiful, sunny, picturesque day - ideal for margaritas and sailboats.
I have some photos of the event I can post later. The one posted is credited to Steve Sando from Rancho Gordo. Steve has been with us since the beginning of the event. And since the beginning, he's believed in it, in its' potential-- in us. We like Steve.
The folks who shared their goods with the public on our behalf were amazing - too many to name.
The day after. It's always an achy day, one I spend in disbelief -- amazed that I, someone who doesn't even host dinners, or my own birthday dinners for fear no one will come, put together a third annual event - and about 300-400 people show up! I walk around the next day, ecstatic that its over and resting. I can't wait until we're a large enough event, grossing enough money that we can splurge on hired help to schlep things around.
I spent my Monday at the Sutro Baths -- the salt water baths created for the folks with discretionary money of the old days. Huge, beautiful cliff front property. The wind was blowing, but I was so tired to care. It actually felt good; it kept the aches away. I was warm enough with my jacket, and the sun was just warm enough to compensate. I felt alive. Suffice to say - the afternoon was perfect. Really.
Here's the thing -- there were swallows flying all around me, I discovered a new mallow tree (which I'm going to go back to and steal some cutting from in the cover of night), the crashing waves was just loud enough to hear from where I stood, but not enough to drown out the swooshing of the grasses and songs of the birds; the sound of gravel under my feet reminded me of the simple things I enjoy. I could nap under the sun, wind on my face - to hell with caring about hyper pigmentation. I was feeling blessed.
Just to be able to move in slow-mo, my god that was a good enough reason to bask in the sun. An easy, calm place to sit and imagine the sounds, conversations and music '20's, '30's and '40's - the energy is still there. It's palpable.
Well, now off to wrap up the details of the event so I can start heading home. I'll see who my traveling companion will be - I'm thinking Stevie Nicks. I love listening to her on Hwy 152 - especially as the sun is just before the setting time.
Belladonna at dusk feels good.
After all is said and done, it was good fun. Planning like a wild woman up front pays off. This year I actually had time to talk to folks, notice the flow of things, and enjoy some of the music - instead of running around like a lost looking for her mommy. Guess that's why they call it planning.
I look for miracles in most things these days. On Sunday, I found my miracle in the weather; miraculous or not, the cold, windy fog of the week prior, folded into a beautiful, sunny, picturesque day - ideal for margaritas and sailboats.
I have some photos of the event I can post later. The one posted is credited to Steve Sando from Rancho Gordo. Steve has been with us since the beginning of the event. And since the beginning, he's believed in it, in its' potential-- in us. We like Steve.
The folks who shared their goods with the public on our behalf were amazing - too many to name.
The day after. It's always an achy day, one I spend in disbelief -- amazed that I, someone who doesn't even host dinners, or my own birthday dinners for fear no one will come, put together a third annual event - and about 300-400 people show up! I walk around the next day, ecstatic that its over and resting. I can't wait until we're a large enough event, grossing enough money that we can splurge on hired help to schlep things around.
I spent my Monday at the Sutro Baths -- the salt water baths created for the folks with discretionary money of the old days. Huge, beautiful cliff front property. The wind was blowing, but I was so tired to care. It actually felt good; it kept the aches away. I was warm enough with my jacket, and the sun was just warm enough to compensate. I felt alive. Suffice to say - the afternoon was perfect. Really.
Here's the thing -- there were swallows flying all around me, I discovered a new mallow tree (which I'm going to go back to and steal some cutting from in the cover of night), the crashing waves was just loud enough to hear from where I stood, but not enough to drown out the swooshing of the grasses and songs of the birds; the sound of gravel under my feet reminded me of the simple things I enjoy. I could nap under the sun, wind on my face - to hell with caring about hyper pigmentation. I was feeling blessed.
Just to be able to move in slow-mo, my god that was a good enough reason to bask in the sun. An easy, calm place to sit and imagine the sounds, conversations and music '20's, '30's and '40's - the energy is still there. It's palpable.
Well, now off to wrap up the details of the event so I can start heading home. I'll see who my traveling companion will be - I'm thinking Stevie Nicks. I love listening to her on Hwy 152 - especially as the sun is just before the setting time.
Belladonna at dusk feels good.
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