If you think the end of Nova Civis Caledon would have dampened the spirits of the NCI gang for their usual TGIF (usually at that locale), you would have surmised most incorrectly. There were dozens of NCI denizens out on the beach ranging from yours truly in either a Rufeena skirt-kini or my D&L diving suit to furries, and the teeniest tiny snowman. The contest was for “Cutest!!!” and I voted for the Baby Fur wolf cub. Natch.
I was feeling great. I had rezzed back into Club Sky, and met a quite hilarious guy full of fun gags. It was nice to see truly funny, non-griefy, gags. We both Riverdanced and in the process I changed into my Clog dancing outfit, which morphed into my Scots walking skirt. That put me in the mood to check out the Loch Ness pub, but all those on the other side of the pond had prolly gone abed. When the TGIF party announcment came out ….. WOOT!!! I was ready.
I was a clumsy oaf getting into my TOOB for my first race. And I was doing pretty good too!!! I had gone from near last to fourth, and was making a break for second…. then …. LAG or whatever struck. I was zapped throughout sky, sea, and space zooming around able to turn but not direct myself. I finished dead last… but not even in my race. I strugggled back in time to be the last one in for the SECOND race. I had quite enough of diving and ditched my diving suit for more dancing. And then TINA came on the music stream… “We don’t need another Heeeerooooo…. We don’t need to know the waaaaay home”!!!
and this was only the second party.
