So I made up my mind and dragged my sorry ass out to the Misstress Barbara rave. I'm not a huge techno/house fan, but it was pretty good. I was probably the only person there who hadn't taken anything. People were amazed. They were like, "You're not on pills? I so respect that." Funny, huh. I wasn't trying to be the good sober person. It just worked out that way for once. I danced from midnight to 7:30: now I hurt. :) Ow... music is good... Security was pretty tight there too. I was spreadeagled on Gottigen st, patted down and wanded. A good time had by all...

Hmmm... I acquired a bottle of Chartreuse. Expensive stuff. It was hard to really appreciate the herbal flavours as the alcohol burnt through my tongue. I'm good for 80 proof/40%, and I can handle 100 proof/50%, but I may have met my match here. Maybe. Ice might make it easier.

Currently reading: The Epics of Celtic Ireland, and Ken Johnson's North Star Road. If anyone wants a copy of Marion Weinstein's Positive Magic, by all means, let me know. It's not my thing at all. Her warnings about Satanic practices are hilarious. What about all the trad Wiccans and witches who dance widdershins Marion? Are they evil? Oh my. It just went on and on and got worse and worse.

*sigh*

I can't wait until The Horn of Evenwood by Robin Artisson is released. Say what you want about the man, his writing is better than anything else I've ever read when it comes to putting trad witchcraft in a new light. Sooo goood... *drools and stumbles away*