and it was fun fun fun when we were drinking...

...it was fun fun fun when we were drunk and it was fun fun fun when we were laughing, it was fun fun fun, Oh it was fun.

So Goodbye Bristol Summer - Goodbye Blog.

Just for now. For a wee bit. Kickin it over to the London blog. Don't really know why - It's just that Blogger gives you the option of having multiple blogs under one blogger and I figured - why not take advantage.

But, most importantly, it's always weird to have the Bristol part of the summer come to a close, no matter how long it was, no matter that I'll be returning shortly. And it always seems to end with me dropping off the keys and saying goodbye to the Barn. You'd think it'd be Good riddance after all the complaining I took a heavy part in this summer, but damn, after closing night, I felt good [relative...I mean, about the Barn and Theatre, at least]. Despite the lightboard going berserk more than ever, about ten of my friends - current RWU Barn kids and alum - All came to see the show, got to spend a sunny day with one of my bessfwends, I felt pumped, my headache didn't stick around, the show was an absolute hit, almost full house, and strike was pumped-up-awesome-fun per usual: These are all the makings of an amazing send off.

So I came back in yesterday, grabbed up my wonky wastebasket, considered cleaning the post-strike space a little bit more, considered that I'm really really strange for even considering that, dropped off the keys, and left. No tears this time, potentially because I won't be leaving for three months this time, potentially because I don't feel as sentimental as I once was.

I feel like I get two summers: The Bristol Summer and the London Summer. And I started considering Summer, and I realised I could never be sad about the first summer ending because summer is never about endings: Summer's all about beginnings, and having the balls to do things, start things you could only dream of throughout the rest of the year. The real world as we know it ceases to be as soon as summer starts, and it's a really wonderful thing. But also a really weird thing and it's probably why summer has always given me some strange sort of unease. Anyway, I'd probably like it a lot more without so much heat.

So what I'm trying to say is that Bristol Summer was really really awesome. Never what I expected. It made me smile and it made me crazy and it made me rage and it made me elated and it made me miserable and it made me blissful but most of all it brought me excitement no matter what the underlying mood of the day was. And what more could I ask for?

...yeah well I feel all pretty happy too, and I'm always pretty happy when I'm just kickin back with you.