Yay! Celidhelidhelid! (That really doesn't look like it should be pronounced cayleyayleyayley...)
Ah, I had forgotten the moment where the music gets inside your head, and your blood pounds, when everything is difficult, but still you are doing it right, the merging of mind and body, and other peoples minds as well, caught and tied in the joy of the dance... when you meet someone's eyes, and reach out to fall into the exact same swing hold, when you clap your hands on the pulse of the beat, when you know you should be tired, but instead you whoop in delight and let the dance carry you on, living on borrowed energy because the only thing that is important is that you are living...
Apologies to the Party for never quite making it there. I'm sure you had enough people to have great fun :-)
And yay! Doughdough! I really really needed that. Here's to people who are kind and thoughtful and go out of their way to keep other people sane.
And here's to ceilidhs! I performed the requisit real-life check on hmmm_tea ("I know there's no way it could be anyone else, but are you the one with all the cabbages?") and hopefully have made sain_bano understand quite why I'm so loath to leave Cambridge.