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Aug. 9th, 2009 09:33 amI hate saying goodbye to the kids for two main reasons. First, I am going to miss them. They are the reason I com here and enjoy what I do. Duh.
The other reason (exacerbated by shot day) is that I have to make sure I say goodbye to them, so I do, and I can not only never get near their levels of emo leaving camp-ness that they have with each other, but they are all surrounded by folk who do. So even though they consider me one of them and I was dancing in the canteen with them etc and at least two informed me now I have to go gay clubbing with them, I still felt like I was interrupting. I stayed out long enough to find the important ones and hug them, and I actually broke up a night-before-leaving flirt-fest between my Vicomte and some chickie he'd been having a thing with...20 feet away, I walked directly into his line of vision and stayed there til he noticed, and good boy that he is, he left chickie right where she was and came over to give me a proper goodbye. Most of them are gone right now, and I am not going out into the damp crap day to get repeat hugs even though I kind of want to. And don't get me wrong, I have plenty of happies left on campus, most notably the cute blond thing who played Lumiere and the beauty from Portugal who played Babbette the feather duster who has agreed to learn sword and be Inigo Montoya for me this session. Chelsea's still here, and I have some of my other faves for at least a week before they go too. And I will see half these people again soon at Bway on Bway anyway.
But today it is shot day and I just woke up, and I feel old and useless and intrusive and emo. It'll pass, and tomorrow I will go back to work and do it all again, plus hopefully I will have pictures soon. I leave you with these --
The tall one in the back was my vicomte. This is me and Chelsea as Drusilla and Darla --
And we all remember this cutie, right?
The other reason (exacerbated by shot day) is that I have to make sure I say goodbye to them, so I do, and I can not only never get near their levels of emo leaving camp-ness that they have with each other, but they are all surrounded by folk who do. So even though they consider me one of them and I was dancing in the canteen with them etc and at least two informed me now I have to go gay clubbing with them, I still felt like I was interrupting. I stayed out long enough to find the important ones and hug them, and I actually broke up a night-before-leaving flirt-fest between my Vicomte and some chickie he'd been having a thing with...20 feet away, I walked directly into his line of vision and stayed there til he noticed, and good boy that he is, he left chickie right where she was and came over to give me a proper goodbye. Most of them are gone right now, and I am not going out into the damp crap day to get repeat hugs even though I kind of want to. And don't get me wrong, I have plenty of happies left on campus, most notably the cute blond thing who played Lumiere and the beauty from Portugal who played Babbette the feather duster who has agreed to learn sword and be Inigo Montoya for me this session. Chelsea's still here, and I have some of my other faves for at least a week before they go too. And I will see half these people again soon at Bway on Bway anyway.
But today it is shot day and I just woke up, and I feel old and useless and intrusive and emo. It'll pass, and tomorrow I will go back to work and do it all again, plus hopefully I will have pictures soon. I leave you with these --
The tall one in the back was my vicomte. This is me and Chelsea as Drusilla and Darla --
And we all remember this cutie, right?
