Arrival

Readers, relax. After much procrastination and general naysaying, the Sundance God has finally arrived in Blogworld. And it is no coincidence that the title of this cherry-popping post is also the title of a cracking album by the Swedish gods of rock. Arrival indeed.

So to bring you all up to date, at least within reason:

Last night saw the Sundance God helping charge up a cracking tab at THE original gastro-public house, receiving guests and presents with equal grace and poise in order to celebrate some sort of [only minorly significant] birthday before INSISTING that certain guests headed south in order to continue the bonfires, throwing shapes in a thespian bar with eg Mistress Marmalade and, crucially and potentially controversially, monitoring the post-midnight alcohol intake of one Lady Vestibule. This involved handing her Tonic and calling it Gin. Lemon Squeezy.

My boisson de la nuit was [dark, natch] rum and coke, which is MARVELLOUS whilst out and about, and AWFUL once in bed, and which I blame wholeheartedly for a number of disconcerting dreams, not least one premonition of what this week's workshop may well be like ["Back down, Sundance: this week is to facilitate OUR process, not YOURS"], coupled with difficult feelings of guilts regarding the running up of aforementioned tab [telephonic chat with Lady V reassured me that everyone knows what those sorts of evenings cost so not to worry my pretty, though ageing, little head about THAT].

Now in order to appease both mind and body of pre- and post-anxieties &c, it's all superfoods. Avocado is on multi-everything bagels, BeroccaTM and Mariage Freres Montagne de Jade Vert. It's luxury, luxury, luxury in the Sundance pad.

Shortly, no doubt, me and the Mister will shower and do something suitable relaxing on our last Sunday before he GOES once more, though this time, mercifully, only for a week at a time, and only to the South Coast. Plus, I shall at some point cast my eyes one more over the text-on-which-the-workshop-that-is-about-THEIR-process-not-MINE is based, listen to the accompanying CD of Andrew Preview's score, and panic at treading the path of Larry &c.

Shoulders of Giants, and all that.

Laters, Readers.