1. Post about something that made you happy today even if it's just a small thing and even if it's just a one-line post.
2. Do this everyday for a week without fail.
(I really don't do the tagging thing. But I encourage others to try it out, if you haven't already -- I think it's a good exercise. We too often get wrapped up in the cranky, and reminding ourselves consciously of the good stuff is healthy.)
So I'll start off with one that's more about the past few days: a weekend of good parties.
First up with outlander's housewarming party. The house really is pretty, and she brought together a fun and disparate crowd, mixing SCA, filk, contra and her fellow teachers. As always for her parties, there was a constant flow of hot food, which didn't quite manage to steal peoples' attention away from the fluffy white kittens that she is fostering. (I love my cats dearly, but there is nothing so cute as really young kittens.) msmemory and I were dressed to the nines, in formal gown and tuxedo, and could only stay for an hour, because we were then off to...
The Mistletoe Ball, down in Taunton. This was an OES function, and I'll confess that I wasn't entirely looking forward to it: it came dangerously close to Mandatory Fun. (Since she is a muckety-muck in Eastern Star this year, her level of social commitments is high.) But it was a pleasant time, improved by a DJ who was better than I expected -- in between the dances intended for the seventy-somethings, she squeezed in a set of music from the past 20 years, so us under-50s could get up and boogie a bit. (There's nothing like a little ballo dimenio to improve my mood.) And while the two of us turned out to not quite fit the red-and-green-with-pointsettas theme that most folks followed, I thought we cut an elegant black-and-silver figure all evening.
Then, yesterday morning, was ladysprite's birthday (observed), over at China Pearl. I haven't had dim sum in too long, and this was the right way to do it -- in a big enough crowd of friends that we could just order haphazardly on the theory that *somebody* would eat it. Much random chatter and fun was had, passing plates and topics of conversation around the big double table. (And as a kicker, it turned out that another SCAdian crowd was at a nearby table, so we got to chat a bit with folks like Siggy and Alia who I don't see often.)
Very much what I needed. I just plain don't see enough of my friends socially these days, so it was delightful to have such good excuses to do so. My thanks to the hostesses for a very good time...