So, One had a ceremony of significant numbers a few months back.
One's head is only now finally clearing - after having had to sample
all the fine liquids one was gifted - and regular posting to
The Tales shall recommence forthwith.
It seems that One's ceremony celebrating all things Phill has inadvertently enacted a cursing of the land to come into fruition and that curse is stopping all those very same things:
- performing music for a crowd - stopped
- playing board games - stopped (although it does feel a little like one has hallucinated one's way into one's boardgame Pandemic)
- face to face catch-ups and chatting - stopped
- sharing food and drink with friends - stopped
- One's intentions to catch up with those that couldn't make it to the ceremony - stopped
- supporting One's sportsball team - stopped
- reading comics and books - oh wait that one survived, phew
The tragedy of it all is that One has no idea how to unwind this curse - perhaps it will just fade away on it's own in an
"I got better" kind of way. Fingers crossed.
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In any case the celebration day itself was grand and One once again magnanimously thanks everyone who came and for those that didn't make it One completely understands that life happens - and you are now in no way responsible for cursing the land.
A big thank you to the band for the time they put in to help make the performance happen and happen awesomely. We even have recordings so the oft requested album may come out some day.
One had a magnificent time even though I didn't manage to spend the allocated 5 minutes with each attendee.
Many future catch ups will have to happen once the curse is lifted.
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