This weekend is full of celebration, apparently. You see your lovely neighbourhood witch is turning twenty this Sunday. With that comes the apparent need to celebrate, one which I slightly understand but at the same time don’t. I understand wanting to spend time with your loved ones, but not the idea that one must get dressed up and go to a ball to drink. I personally enjoy just going to a tavern with close friends and having a drink or two. I even enjoy just doing random enjoyable things with friends. Though I don’t think my celebration will be exactly what I want, though Anna is trying very hard to make it so.
She has talked to one of the taverns in Camelot and has a table booked for Saturday night. We have told friends that they can come join and then go to a community ball if they would like but thankfully Anna has told me that I have no obligation to join. That she will take me home if I don’t want to go to the ball, which is such a relief. I am not really the biggest fan of balls, they just don’t seem to do much for me. I am always uncomfortable on the dance floor as you have groups of primitive warriors trying to “grind” on you, or you stand in a circle doing nothing. I usually end up outside smoking and talking to others like myself. Which I don’t really want to do this year.
With this fall into an unknown land, I have found things such as this to be very disliked and unwanted by myself. I would much prefer to be at home watching movies or studying instead of being at a ball.
Lets just hope this weekends festivities go well.
Wish me luck,
The not so Wicked Witch