Then 'til now
Apr. 16th, 2003 11:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetThe weekend went more or less as planned:
Friday night J. and I met at the Someday Cafe and proceeded directly to Blue Fin at the Porter Exchange for a bowl of eel and inari udon (respectively), where we were apparently sighted by Futurenurselady and Xanyboi. From there we drove to Central Square and, after some effort (but less than if we had come later) got a spot in good ol' Public Lot 5. Our plan was then to go to Mama Gaia's cafe, study for a bit, change into club clothes, and go to Man Ray. With the substitution of 1369, a cafe that is not, unlike Mama Gaia's, an empty storefront, that is what we did.
(I interrupt here to pass on the information I have recently received that "Sunchips are Lunch Chips!" They are not, however, necessarily "Have-with-Coffee Chips!", at least not the Freedom Onion flavor. File that away for future reference.)
(No, fortunately they are not really labeled "Freedom Onion." And if they were, it would have been a misnomer; there was no melted cheese on top.)
So we went to Man Ray and I, Kompressor-like, did not dance. Mainly we talked to people -- among whom Couplingchaos, Mr. Hood, Mishak, Mortis, Frederic, Dirtyknees, and a not-immediately-recognizable Ms. Rojagato -- and looked at the exhibit of curiosities. Among the more filler-ish material, we liked the shriveling sweet potato in a jar, which admittedly does look a bit sketchy if you don't know what it is, but we have seen too many past-their-prime root vegetables in our own home to be so easily deceived.
It was a good time. I miss going out to the club, although usually not enough to actually go there.
Saturday I discovered the easy way to get to the home of Uncletang and Mobilejessie via public transportation from Salem. Thanks to the kindness of the same individuals, I did not need to retrace my steps, however easy, in order to get back to my own home. In between coming and going I played Mage (as did other people), which was fun, but perhaps we shouldn't have revived the tradition of the ten-o'clock mass combat scene.
But hooray for Blue Ribbon barbecue. Those pigs did not die in vain. And I was able to bring a little pulled pork home for my woman.
The activities of Sunday have already been well addressed in Mishak's writeup. After the D&D game we came home fully intending to return to the status of graduate students with work to do, but somehow instead I figured experience points for the last couple of D&D sessions (almost 5000 apiece) while we watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" on AMC, which I had never seen. Good flick, and that damn Deep Blue Something song did not, as I had feared, lodge itself in my head.
Of course, it will now.
Monday: Some editing of that damn 48-page manuscript that has 53 separate pages of changes and additions. For dinnner, J. and I ate the half-pint of pulled pork on English muffins with some salad.
Tuesday: A glorious day for gardening... and laundry. And Tacitus. Sesame-peanut noodles and asparagus for dinner. Downer of the day: a bank employee telling me, in effect, that I have hallucinated two years' worth of transactions which cannot possibly have been done that way.
Today: I've been online.
Time to go out into the world with the Dialogus de oratoribus. And water some seeds for snap peas and haricots verts.
Friday night J. and I met at the Someday Cafe and proceeded directly to Blue Fin at the Porter Exchange for a bowl of eel and inari udon (respectively), where we were apparently sighted by Futurenurselady and Xanyboi. From there we drove to Central Square and, after some effort (but less than if we had come later) got a spot in good ol' Public Lot 5. Our plan was then to go to Mama Gaia's cafe, study for a bit, change into club clothes, and go to Man Ray. With the substitution of 1369, a cafe that is not, unlike Mama Gaia's, an empty storefront, that is what we did.
(I interrupt here to pass on the information I have recently received that "Sunchips are Lunch Chips!" They are not, however, necessarily "Have-with-Coffee Chips!", at least not the Freedom Onion flavor. File that away for future reference.)
(No, fortunately they are not really labeled "Freedom Onion." And if they were, it would have been a misnomer; there was no melted cheese on top.)
So we went to Man Ray and I, Kompressor-like, did not dance. Mainly we talked to people -- among whom Couplingchaos, Mr. Hood, Mishak, Mortis, Frederic, Dirtyknees, and a not-immediately-recognizable Ms. Rojagato -- and looked at the exhibit of curiosities. Among the more filler-ish material, we liked the shriveling sweet potato in a jar, which admittedly does look a bit sketchy if you don't know what it is, but we have seen too many past-their-prime root vegetables in our own home to be so easily deceived.
It was a good time. I miss going out to the club, although usually not enough to actually go there.
Saturday I discovered the easy way to get to the home of Uncletang and Mobilejessie via public transportation from Salem. Thanks to the kindness of the same individuals, I did not need to retrace my steps, however easy, in order to get back to my own home. In between coming and going I played Mage (as did other people), which was fun, but perhaps we shouldn't have revived the tradition of the ten-o'clock mass combat scene.
But hooray for Blue Ribbon barbecue. Those pigs did not die in vain. And I was able to bring a little pulled pork home for my woman.
The activities of Sunday have already been well addressed in Mishak's writeup. After the D&D game we came home fully intending to return to the status of graduate students with work to do, but somehow instead I figured experience points for the last couple of D&D sessions (almost 5000 apiece) while we watched "Breakfast at Tiffany's" on AMC, which I had never seen. Good flick, and that damn Deep Blue Something song did not, as I had feared, lodge itself in my head.
Of course, it will now.
Monday: Some editing of that damn 48-page manuscript that has 53 separate pages of changes and additions. For dinnner, J. and I ate the half-pint of pulled pork on English muffins with some salad.
Tuesday: A glorious day for gardening... and laundry. And Tacitus. Sesame-peanut noodles and asparagus for dinner. Downer of the day: a bank employee telling me, in effect, that I have hallucinated two years' worth of transactions which cannot possibly have been done that way.
Today: I've been online.
Time to go out into the world with the Dialogus de oratoribus. And water some seeds for snap peas and haricots verts.
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damn you.
Date: 2003-04-16 10:40 am (UTC)It hadn't entered my head until you mentioned it.