A three-day-long rave. In a field full of windmills. With an absinthe bar. Cool art; music so good that I frequently could not convince myself to leave the dance floor; truly excellent conversations about evolutionary psychology, game theory as applied to intentional communities, chemotaxis and other forms of animal communication (did you know bees' dances have regional dialects? I didn't until Sunday), and emergent network behaviours at the molecular, cellular, and human scales. I spent a good chunk of the time uncertain where my boots were and mostly unconcerned about that fact; I also lost my pants for a day and a half straight, though not the ones I was wearing at the time and not for any particularly exciting reason, but hey, that makes a good line, doesn't it? (Works better for "No shit, there I was" than for "So, there was this girl...", but hey, you can't win 'em all.)

More details later. At the moment I'm going to go soak the grime off of myself, see if a warm bath will unwind these knots in my shoulders, and slather Vitamin E cream all over the ridiculous-looking asymmetric sunburn that is my shoulders and upper back. (Note to self: do not fall asleep in full sun while wearing a tank top ever again.)