Kat Dancing

*yawn*

Woohoo! We went to Wonderland yesterday! And, um, got back at midnight. Tired Kat. More tired Dan, who had to work at 8 am. Poor Dan.

The trip did not start off well. It was a University event, which meant we could take a bus, but unfortunately it also meant we were saddled by the event planners who thought we needed entertaining. Now, my idea of a really good bus or car ride is one where I sit quietly for an hour or two, staring out the window, lost in my own thoughts. And even when I'm not trapped in a bus I despise party games and team-building; it has pretty much the reverse effect on me, so that I pull farther and farther away from the group in a combination of contact embarrassment and a desire not to be associated with these idiots, whoever they are. Being stuck in a position where I can't run away (in the front of the bus, no less) while people I don't know demand I name the celebrity I want to sleep with and try to make me shout idiotic cheers is pretty much one of my personal hells.

To give the guys on the bus credit, the majority of the bus seemed to really enjoy the whole thing; even Dan probably would have had fun if I hadn't been trying to crawl under him and hide. The alienated introvert sitting in front was not their fault. To add to the misery of the whole thing, it is now more obvious to me than ever that I am not a college student any more. Dan and I had a good five years on most of the bus and it showed. I shared no interests with any of them, I had no desire to engage in conversation with them, and the overherd conversations made me pray fervently that I'd never been such an airhead as this. They wouldn't have been my crowd even in school, but my tolerance has markedly decreased. It was a gift from the gods when we got to the park and could escape them.

After that the day had nowhere to go but up, and it went very up - with me screaming the whole way, usually. We met up with a very cool friend of Dan's about an hour in; she and I bonded instantly over how horrible the bus ride was and continued to bond over what a fucking thrill-happy manic Dan was. This mostly took the form of us sitting behind him and threatening him with death for getting us onto this crazy machine while he laughed and the damn thing kept climbing - I still think the climb is the worst part of rollercoasters; so much time to anticipate the drop. I enjoyed all but one of the rides, in the end, though I chickened out at the last minute on the Drop Zone. Sorry, hon. Being dropped from a large height is just not my thing.

So we had fun, and the lines were much shorter - especially at around 9 pm or so, when we were able to climb right on several rides. And the bus ride back was mostly impromptu karaoke and not too bad. It was a good day.

Of course, I got no work done save for a short paragraph scribbled while we waited for the bus, so these stats are for Thursday:

Revision Progress: 88 pages (of 337)
Changes: Rewrote a conversation so that it was less "the story needed this" and more real; this ended up taking quite some time. Sneaking realizations are harder to write than they look. Deleted the rest of the scene, decided that salvage from the last chapter didn't work here after all, and wrote a short "Joey is polite in a way that comes back and bites her in the ass" scene instead, hopefully in a way that fleshes out her commander, a character I've had complaints about.
Up Next: Finish off the above scene in a way that still incorporates the reference to Big Bad Organization; revise a chunk of salvage, and then block out the medical expo scene I intend it to lead into.