Favourite thing: Florence and the Machine was amazing. Amazing because actually amazing. Amazing because I also loved the warm-up (Paris Paloma). But overall amazing in the way a shared experience with friends is. The kind you know you will reminisce about and remember for years to come.

This crew was the same as last year's Paris Divorcation, with two extras - one sister, and one pilot. As Emily put it, now that we've done this two years in a row it is a Thing and will happen next year. We have agreed breakups are not required, and after some discussion settled on the name "theycation".

Paris was a Cate-designed trip. Culture and shopping. This one was very much something else - much more experiential. We went to an improv musical, an escape room, and a cabaret. The only shopping was a light stockpiling in Boots of things available over the counter there that require a prescription or are just much more expensive in Ireland. Becky, Emily and I did some light culture at the Glasgow Museum of Modern Art and then sat in a tea shop and read books together. Delightful.

And a relief for me because whilst in Paris I felt this pressure to make sure everyone had a good time, in Glasgow I just took it all as it came. Relaxed. Had a great time.

The improv musical was wild. I feel like I lack some of the necessary cultural references to really understand it. There is a gap in my lexicon of the classic musicals - I have never seen Hairspray, for example. The anxiety of watching a group of people figure it out in real time. The joy of watching people trust each other and go with it. The lingering confusion because what are the Barras actually?

My first escape room, vaguely terrifying, but it's good to be known - my friend told me she picked the biggest and least scary for me! A relief. I don't like being locked in places, nor do I like solving puzzles under pressure. But we made it with two minutes to spare! Although we did need some hints, I figured out enough that I feel like I contributed to our success. The game master complimented us on our collaboration and lack of arguments, and we chose to believe him. I can see it being a relationship test.

The cabaret I didn't see much of but it was fun. The art gallery was small, but that was nice. I liked a gold ceramic piece called "Old Money" by James Rigler, a piece of circles called "Polarization" by David Croft-Smith, and a room full of revolutionary slogans in embroidery that you'd miss if you weren't paying attention by Ian Hamilton Finlay. Then after, tea, ginger cake, and reading a book with friends. Bliss. There's a Dishoom in Glasgow, which is always amazing, and it felt really good to treat my friends to brunch and know it was paid for by royalties from my book that have been going to my UK bank account.

And then our final night. Florence. What an incredible show. Ahead of it I'd tried to get into the music, concluded that I like but don't love her music, but in an arena, with everyone singing along, thousands of phones in torch mode... it's an incredible experience. The absolute delight of friends either side of me. Gorgeous.

It was a nice break. I was apprehensive about how it would be on the heels of a lot of change in my life. But it was amazing - I feel like I actually disconnected and relaxed for the first time in months.

And now I'm tired and sad to leave my friends, although I'll see all of them but the Pilot in two weeks, but I'm just ready and excited to get back to everything I am building.

I hope you're well, friends. I hope you're finding connection and experiences and fun!

-C xox

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