To avoid just being completely wrapped up in coupliness all weekend, I decided to have a little teaparty Saturday evening. I wanted to be sociable, and also to introduce the Beau to some of my Swedish friends. The party was a bit of a disappointment in some ways; I'm used to the idea that you invite a bunch of people and only some of them can make it, but in this case six people specifically said they would be there and only one, Joanna, turned up. The missing five turned out to have more or less decent excuses (one was ill, one was trapped in Uppsala, one couldn't get to the internet to get my contact details or the invitation, one decided she needed to get ready for travelling the next day, and the fifth is just flaky), but it was a bad coincidence that all of them were prevented at the last minute. Still, the three of us had a very convivial evening, and consumed vast quantities of teeeeeeeea and mulled wine. Having mountains of leftover cake is not exactly the greatest hardship I've ever suffered, either.
(I deleted the first version of this post because I realized that all it said was that I did in fact do the things I posted about intending to do. But there isn't anything else to report that I could get away with putting on LJ. We were warm and cosy and relaxed and generally it was a perfect weekend of escaping from the world.)