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Jan. 2nd, 2002 01:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibet(Continuing, more or less, from the previous entry.)
Thursday night was a quiet evening at my dad's, which has the advantage of being closer to the airport, and this became relevant Friday afternoon. The security line at Port Columbus was practically nonexistent, so I sat around for a while chatting with my stepmother, Dad being at work by this time. I eventually went back to the gate, only to discover that in the meantime since my check-in my flight had been delayed over an hour, meaning I would miss my connection for Providence at Dulles. They rushed me, but not my checked baggage, onto an earlier flight boarding right then. So I ended up at Dulles more or less when I was supposed to be -- but the Providence flight ended up delayed almost 2 hours. Not enough time, of course, for my luggage to catch up with me, since my original Columbus-to-Washington flight ended up canceled entirely, but the bags were delivered to my door in Salem around lunch time Saturday.
J. and I spent Saturday cleaning the house and wrapping our presents for one another, and then went to see "Lord of the Rings," time and money well spent. We came home and went across the street for a holiday "after dinner desserts" party hosted by our flaming professional personal trainer/amateur interior decorator neighbor. Apart from the fabulous deco and the good eats, the best thing was that we didn't really know anyone apart from our host and the extended Landlord clan, but that everyone there seemed worth knowing and didn't seem actively to disdain getting to know us. It was actually fun. Plans for another party in a few months are already underway. So yay that.
After the party, we opened presents. I now own, among other things, handmade bat slippers, comfortable as well as stylish.
Sunday's highlight was yet another neighborhood social occasion; the landlords had an open house to show off their renovations. Monday and Tuesday were spent finally finishing my damn Barbarian Chicks paper. Now all I need to do is shorten it by a third before Sunday.
New Year's Eve was low-key. We decided not to drive down to Greater Boston for a party; I was feeling antisocial and a bit of writer's block with the paper -- later, of course, overcome -- had me full of existential angst about grad school and my chosen future career. Going to parties in such a mood can either be just the thing to make it all better but I usually find it's the reverse, becoming all wallflowery and feeling more pathetic. So we welcomed 2002 with spiked hot cocoa while watching an unintentionally humorous noir "thriller" from the 30s.
Thursday night was a quiet evening at my dad's, which has the advantage of being closer to the airport, and this became relevant Friday afternoon. The security line at Port Columbus was practically nonexistent, so I sat around for a while chatting with my stepmother, Dad being at work by this time. I eventually went back to the gate, only to discover that in the meantime since my check-in my flight had been delayed over an hour, meaning I would miss my connection for Providence at Dulles. They rushed me, but not my checked baggage, onto an earlier flight boarding right then. So I ended up at Dulles more or less when I was supposed to be -- but the Providence flight ended up delayed almost 2 hours. Not enough time, of course, for my luggage to catch up with me, since my original Columbus-to-Washington flight ended up canceled entirely, but the bags were delivered to my door in Salem around lunch time Saturday.
J. and I spent Saturday cleaning the house and wrapping our presents for one another, and then went to see "Lord of the Rings," time and money well spent. We came home and went across the street for a holiday "after dinner desserts" party hosted by our flaming professional personal trainer/amateur interior decorator neighbor. Apart from the fabulous deco and the good eats, the best thing was that we didn't really know anyone apart from our host and the extended Landlord clan, but that everyone there seemed worth knowing and didn't seem actively to disdain getting to know us. It was actually fun. Plans for another party in a few months are already underway. So yay that.
After the party, we opened presents. I now own, among other things, handmade bat slippers, comfortable as well as stylish.
Sunday's highlight was yet another neighborhood social occasion; the landlords had an open house to show off their renovations. Monday and Tuesday were spent finally finishing my damn Barbarian Chicks paper. Now all I need to do is shorten it by a third before Sunday.
New Year's Eve was low-key. We decided not to drive down to Greater Boston for a party; I was feeling antisocial and a bit of writer's block with the paper -- later, of course, overcome -- had me full of existential angst about grad school and my chosen future career. Going to parties in such a mood can either be just the thing to make it all better but I usually find it's the reverse, becoming all wallflowery and feeling more pathetic. So we welcomed 2002 with spiked hot cocoa while watching an unintentionally humorous noir "thriller" from the 30s.
