The weekend
Dec. 10th, 2001 12:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetFriday: Punk Rock craft fair! It was wikkid pissah. If that means good.
Saturday: Didn't feel up to game-geeking; I was tired and a bit sick and just not up to pretending to be someone else all day. Realized this *after* I got on the train for Boston. I went to the game site, had brief meetings with people so they wouldn't be left hanging regarding some plot lines I was involved with, saw to my delight that I now have enough XP for that nifty Discipline I've been longing to play with, and left a half hour before the game actually started, feeling strangely as if I'd accomplished or laid good groundwork for most of the things I meant to do in the game.
I called Juliette and we arranged to meet over on Newbury Street, hung out, did a bit of shopping, etc. We must have spent hours just in the Trident Bookstore / Cafe. Eventually we went to a party, the first one we've been to together this calendar year (now that it's almost over) and only the second one I'd been to at all. Pleasant enough, except for the salty sling and the where-the-hell-did-all-this-snow-come-from drive home, which took three times longer than normal. Sadly, my bomb costume (it was a tropical WWII-themed party), complete with a period pinup on the side, was too confining to wear for very long.
It was a little odd, though, to see people I've only "seen" here or on mailing lists for the past year, with that strange mix of "how have you been all this time" and "I've sort of been following your life all along." And then there were the people I've had absolutely no contact with at all. It's like I imagined earlier in a club context: "Haven't seen you in a while." "Nope. Haven't been out for almost a year." "Wow. That's a long time." "Yeah."
More or less end of conversation.
Sunday: Got up rather late, but then we'd gone to bed only around 4. A quiet day of phonecalls and holiday planning, and rather a loss for studying or, much less, writing. After heading off to the Target for cat supplies and some other shopping, we tried to go to the Y for a bit of exercise, but they had new hours in effect which meant, in short, that they'd been closed for about 15 minutes before we got there.
For dinner, though, one of my favorite cold weather things: you take butternut squash, parsnips, fennel, and some other assorted root vegetables as available, cut them into small pieces, and roast with butter. Very simple, but tasty. Not a complete meal, of course; for that you need sausage and beer. Fortunately both were on hand.
A food dream overnight: all I wanted was an ice cream cone, but they had to melt the flavors I wanted together in a pot first. "Don't worry, it'll harden up once we pour it in the cone." But it was taking too long, and I had somewhere to be.
Heh. I said, "harden."
Saturday: Didn't feel up to game-geeking; I was tired and a bit sick and just not up to pretending to be someone else all day. Realized this *after* I got on the train for Boston. I went to the game site, had brief meetings with people so they wouldn't be left hanging regarding some plot lines I was involved with, saw to my delight that I now have enough XP for that nifty Discipline I've been longing to play with, and left a half hour before the game actually started, feeling strangely as if I'd accomplished or laid good groundwork for most of the things I meant to do in the game.
I called Juliette and we arranged to meet over on Newbury Street, hung out, did a bit of shopping, etc. We must have spent hours just in the Trident Bookstore / Cafe. Eventually we went to a party, the first one we've been to together this calendar year (now that it's almost over) and only the second one I'd been to at all. Pleasant enough, except for the salty sling and the where-the-hell-did-all-this-snow-come-from drive home, which took three times longer than normal. Sadly, my bomb costume (it was a tropical WWII-themed party), complete with a period pinup on the side, was too confining to wear for very long.
It was a little odd, though, to see people I've only "seen" here or on mailing lists for the past year, with that strange mix of "how have you been all this time" and "I've sort of been following your life all along." And then there were the people I've had absolutely no contact with at all. It's like I imagined earlier in a club context: "Haven't seen you in a while." "Nope. Haven't been out for almost a year." "Wow. That's a long time." "Yeah."
More or less end of conversation.
Sunday: Got up rather late, but then we'd gone to bed only around 4. A quiet day of phonecalls and holiday planning, and rather a loss for studying or, much less, writing. After heading off to the Target for cat supplies and some other shopping, we tried to go to the Y for a bit of exercise, but they had new hours in effect which meant, in short, that they'd been closed for about 15 minutes before we got there.
For dinner, though, one of my favorite cold weather things: you take butternut squash, parsnips, fennel, and some other assorted root vegetables as available, cut them into small pieces, and roast with butter. Very simple, but tasty. Not a complete meal, of course; for that you need sausage and beer. Fortunately both were on hand.
A food dream overnight: all I wanted was an ice cream cone, but they had to melt the flavors I wanted together in a pot first. "Don't worry, it'll harden up once we pour it in the cone." But it was taking too long, and I had somewhere to be.
Heh. I said, "harden."
