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Liminal Week
Dec. 30th, 2024 05:55 pmPoor Alex is just hideously sick. Negative on a Covid test, but I know that's not a sure thing. He is having a bad time of it. It seems similar to the awful whatever-it-was that I had back in February. Miserable.
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Unfortunately that meant we couldn't go out last night - we'd planned on going to the last "SIN Sunday" of the year, which was also a final test to see if they could draw enough of a crowd for the club to allow for it to continue as a monthly night. (It's been weekly for years and years and years. It was the night that used to be at the deconsecrated Church-turned-nightclub.) Minus the single "goodbye" event there a few months ago, it bounced between a few different clubs, but has been at the same one for a couple years now.
Then they decided a couple months ago (fairly abruptly) that it no longer had enough of a draw, so it was unceremoniously cancelled. The club owners agreed to give it one last shot, and would give us one a month instead of a weekly night, but only if they meet an undisclosed threshold of "worth it." The DJs have been really begging everyone to please-please-please come out. We were going to, and it sucks that the timing synced up the way it did.
I haven't heard anything yet from any of the DJs or on any of the local FB groups about whether they hit the target for last night or not. That makes it seem like it wasn't a RESOUNDING success, but hopefully it's just that it's the end of the year, and it'll take a bit for them to sort it all out.
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There's a lot said about how the last week of the year, from Christmas through New Years, is sort of a weird liminal span where time feels even faker than usual. After my grandmother died, it already feels like Christmas was a really long time ago now. Having three days off, then one day back, then taking an unplanned day off from work when she died, and then going back for just a couple days (one of which I worked solo), and immediately having another three days in a row off... it definitely feels really fake and weird and like I cannot tell what day it's supposed to be.
Alex being so sick that basically all he can do is sleep adds to the weird feeling.
I definitely feel like there are things I should be doing, but then when I try to figure out what it is that I'm forgetting to do, I can't figure it out. Trying to sort out my end of year reflections and goals for next year, I suppose. I feel like it's pretty well the same as last year into this one, though!
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Unfortunately that meant we couldn't go out last night - we'd planned on going to the last "SIN Sunday" of the year, which was also a final test to see if they could draw enough of a crowd for the club to allow for it to continue as a monthly night. (It's been weekly for years and years and years. It was the night that used to be at the deconsecrated Church-turned-nightclub.) Minus the single "goodbye" event there a few months ago, it bounced between a few different clubs, but has been at the same one for a couple years now.
Then they decided a couple months ago (fairly abruptly) that it no longer had enough of a draw, so it was unceremoniously cancelled. The club owners agreed to give it one last shot, and would give us one a month instead of a weekly night, but only if they meet an undisclosed threshold of "worth it." The DJs have been really begging everyone to please-please-please come out. We were going to, and it sucks that the timing synced up the way it did.
I haven't heard anything yet from any of the DJs or on any of the local FB groups about whether they hit the target for last night or not. That makes it seem like it wasn't a RESOUNDING success, but hopefully it's just that it's the end of the year, and it'll take a bit for them to sort it all out.
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There's a lot said about how the last week of the year, from Christmas through New Years, is sort of a weird liminal span where time feels even faker than usual. After my grandmother died, it already feels like Christmas was a really long time ago now. Having three days off, then one day back, then taking an unplanned day off from work when she died, and then going back for just a couple days (one of which I worked solo), and immediately having another three days in a row off... it definitely feels really fake and weird and like I cannot tell what day it's supposed to be.
Alex being so sick that basically all he can do is sleep adds to the weird feeling.
I definitely feel like there are things I should be doing, but then when I try to figure out what it is that I'm forgetting to do, I can't figure it out. Trying to sort out my end of year reflections and goals for next year, I suppose. I feel like it's pretty well the same as last year into this one, though!
