Beltaine

It's 7:01am and I just came home from our coven's (the old one, not my new one) Beltaine celebration. I am very intoxicated. It's been a particularly good celebration. Contrary to my fears half a year ago, Laila's (that's our old high priestess and the coven's founder, for those of you who haven't been following this space with rapt attention) death has brought us closer together. Which is so nice that I just don't have the words to describe it. I think I've said it before, but I'll say it again: I love my coven. Intensely.

Quotes of the night:

"It's not my fault that I'm straight!"

"Rub me in garlic and throw me to the wiccans!"