I recently had several scene friends come to visit me for a traditional music festival in my hometown. I was shocked at just how many had accepted the invitation- I had not realised there was such an overlap in interest.
I am still buzzing from what was a wonderful week on so many levels, and also incredibly relieved that it worked. Relieved that we were able to work out sleeping arrangements for the bunch who stayed in my apartment. Relieved that everyone found events which interested them. Relieved that everyone made it around town and back to wherever they were sleeping each night without getting lost. Relieved that everyone seemed to have a good time. Relieved that my scene friends and local friends mixed without incident.
We were discreet, but not quite as discreet as one might be at a moderated munch. None of the onlookers said anything, but there were a few raised eyebrows, a few lingering stares. It was apparent to some that this was no group of casual acquaintances.
Some already knew who my visitors were. Those I have told about my other life hear the phrase “my Dublin friends” for the code that it is. Others, I feel, have suspicions. A few have asked directly; the cover story that ye all are friends I’ve met in other pubs on my travels breaks down a bit occasionally among my local pub friends.
These two lives that I had kept so separate have started to mix. And. . .life goes on. This thing that I had been so anxious about turned out to be a non-event. That, in itself, is remarkable.
Thank you all for being amazing friends!