Caution: Party Training

The last few days went by almost without much fanfare. It's kinda weird not having a weekend filled with activities, events and errands; the hectic and sleep-deprived kind I'm usually used to. It's a nice change of pace.

No, apart from work and the workouts, the most interesting I did was to book my holiday for Sydney Mardi Gras next year. Talk about being organised, hey. I've got my plane tickets, my accomodation booked and all I've left to do is to buy the party tix when they go on sale. I'm not usually like this - heck, I'm usually the last minute kind-of-guy. But I had so much fun attending my first ever MG weekend this year, that I vowed not to miss out on next year's celebrations, especially since it's the parade's 30th birthday.

Trips are always fun, but I'm super excited about this one, and much more so than my upcoming two-month jaunt overseas this November. Isn't that weird?

Maybe it's from the sense of empowerment that comes from knowing that I've already been able to affect what I'll be doing next year. Or perhaps it's from the anticipation of relieving those memorable days again from earlier in the year. Or maybe it's from the thoughts of being immersed in that bubble of a weekend when you feel solidarity and inclusiveness that you may not normally experience at any other time. In spite of the criticism that it gathers, no one who's ever experienced Mardi Gras in person could argue the palpability of the event. It's everywhere... like Gay Christmas.

Now that the little details have been sorted, I can focus on the more important things: getting myself sorted. Gymming and grooming, I've gotta look my best to be buffed, tanned and terrific. And of course, some serious shopping and pre-event party training.

Best get started.