Decom

[magid]

Saturday night was Boston's Decompression. It was in the same space as last year, but the ticket cap was much lower (someone said a third of last year's number), so while it did get more warm and crowded during the night, it wasn't unbearably so. Which was good, but meant a lot of people couldn't come who wanted to. I hope that there's a better venue for next year, where better equals larger, with not only more space for people in general, but also mellow hang out spaces as well. And outdoor spaces for fire spinning.

The twirling cylinder of lights was again in the hall, while the other art was different. I really liked Doug's spinning galaxy (with bike wheel and fiberoptic cable, among other things); I stood watching it for a while, totally entranced. Also fun: someone brought playa dust and a black board, so people could make hand (or face!) prints. Klingonlandlady contributed amazing painted fabric (also batiked). There were three kidney-shaped bench-like objects, each lit from below with patterns on the seat. Except that they weren't seats, but translucent surfaces covered with sand, so the patterns radiating through changed as people played. One hallway had all kinds of glassware hanging from the ceiling (amazingly, I think none of it broke), while the other included holiday lights held up by panels of Lycra, plus a fixture of holiday lights and prayer flags.

Missed from last year: no Kostume Kult Korner, and no rope/mellow room, though there was a quieter space near the hidden elevator. I spent a lot of time there when the music was too loud for me.

I went without food gifts this time, unsure whether I'd end up in conversation without an automatic conversation starter, and was pleasantly surprised to find more familiar faces, and easily-met new faces, which felt great.

I wore the just-finished metal moop garment (a burlap tunic I made with some of the metal moop I've found in Boston and Cambridge over the last year, including a last-minute inspiration to have 'pockets' (little tins held on by magnets)) for a while, until the burlap felt annoying. Other outfits were a sarong using the tie Powerfrau showed me, and the peace shirt.

My bad funny of the night: What does a Bostonian pirate say?
Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!

Comments

[gingicat]

Sounds like loads of fun.

[magid.livejournal.com]

I had a good time, but paid for being up far too late for the next few days.