Sunday in the Grotto
The closing moments of any weekend always feel a little sacred to me. The hype slowly fades away, leaving me to figure out what comes next. Do I need a handful of supplements to counter whatever I put inside my body? Do I need to visit my doctor for an STD test after whatever other people put inside my body? Did my camera survive? Did I meet new people? More importantly, did I do anything stupid that will require me to avoid certain people for the next couple of weeks?
Those are all perfectly reasonable questions for a Sunday night.
So when I read the invitation for Sanctum, where Kess would be serving up velvet sounds and laid-back vibes in the Grotto, I figured it would be the perfect place to gather whatever was left of the weekend before Monday came barging in.
This was my first visit to the Grotto and, of course, it never occurred to me that a place called a grotto might actually contain water. In hindsight, I probably should have connected those dots. But it’s difficult to stay critical when you’ve surrounded yourself with people who keep assuring you that you’re amazing and everything will work out. I do my best, but every now and then reality feels the need to step in.
Reality did so ankle-deep.
I’m fairly sure I ruined a perfectly good pair of boots while wading through the water before finding a dry spot along the edge. Once I got there, though, it was so worth it. The place is gorgeous. The music was exactly what the evening called for, people kept drifting in, conversations started everywhere, and the whole place had that relaxed Sunday feeling where nobody seemed to be in a hurry to let the weekend end.
As always, I did the one thing that reliably clears my head: I started taking pictures. Apparently it didn’t clear it quite enough, because when I got home I realized I’d forgotten to take my selfie. Again.
You all just keep being far too gorgeous, and I keep getting distracted.
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