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mistressofmuses) wrote2024-12-30 05:55 pm
mistressofmuses) wrote2024-12-30 05:55 pm
Liminal Week
Poor 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!
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I think today he's felt better, just really drained and exhausted. Hopefully it's on its way out.
Thank you!
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I hope that Alex feels better soon. Poor guy. Not a fun time to be sick, esp when you have that extra time off to be able to do stuff and then can't.
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Yeah. I think it's a lot of the way the grief impacts you and your own perceptions, but... yeah, it's weird. It's weird to have something that changes your own life in a profound way—losing someone who has always been there as part of it and now never will be again—yet also having the rest of the world carry on as normal. Having it happen around the holidays, when "normal" is a bit up in the air anyway, with weird schedules and rhythms and expectations, and it definitely creates a strange sort of disconnect. Or at least it has for me.
Yeah, hopefully whatever the illness is runs its course soon. I hope it isn't much like what I had at the beginning of the year - that took almost four months to be completely well.
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I hope Alex feels better soon.
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I hope he feels better soon, too. Thank you.
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I'm sorry that Alex is so ill! I hope he gets better soon and that you don't get it in your turn. This really is a weird time of year, and I am now fully in the "I don't know that I can stand any more parties, or to see any more people. I want to go back to normal!" mode that I get if celebrations last too long. I can imagine that it's that much harder with grief and worry added on top.
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Such a strange time of year. I'm glad ours has been pretty quiet, but I can see it starting to really wear on you if you've got a lot of social expectations/commitments.
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Liminal voids certainly have their place, and sometimes I love 'em. This one has felt like a bit much.
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Also, I hope Alex has a full recovery soon. It stinks being sick.
I hope the place did well, it sucks when places you like close down. Especially if it's a place you regularly go to.
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Ugh, being sick always sucks, but right at the new year especially. Fortunately it seems to be improving.
I hope they're able to keep the night going! It's a shame when things close, or change what they focus on.