Tis the season to dress up as autumn leaves, fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la. The annual Denver Witches Ball was well-met with much leafy goodness by flwyd and me. We enjoyed the requisite dancing, drumming and peopling, but we had to leaf before the ritual. Subsequently, we stopped by the Masala co-op for their post-original-play ("The Great Sock Monkey Melancholy Opera Bazaar") house party including some hawt fire spinning action from Lincoln.

Sunday was grabbulous, wubbulous, in all ways fantackulous. A lazy morning, punctuated with rasp(molly)berries and the end of daylight savings time, and then a really nice breakfast. Then we took tea with the recently-met worldnamer and his friend Maja, witnessing a couple of non-traditional games of chess. :) flwyd went hydrating, and I spent the rest of the evening with two new shinies and didn't sleep a wink. And also I can't stop grinning, but that's more than okay :D