last night
Dec. 10th, 2006 02:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I am having a lovely Sunday morning. I slept right through roller derby practice, for which I feel very guilty, but this is the first day of my vacation! I've only missed two practices that I could have made but for laziness in the entire time since I started in August, so I think I'm doing ok. (Except, of course, that i miss one a week because of work. But still.)
I just sat on the couch and cleaned my skate wheels, which have accumulated a lot of mung from the rink floor, and the bearings as well as I could without removing them, since they don't come out without a special tool. (They'll come out of some wheels, but really not out of the Witch Doctor blues.) Z is sitting on the love seat writing his next gadget column (on stocking stuffers), and we're listening to the Barenaked Ladies' Maybe You Should Drive, and it's nearly 50 degrees out which means the heat's not on constantly in here so it's actually pleasant.
Last night was just in general a great time. I got home from work, put real clothes on, and we zipped over to Chris and Rose's for a post-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving. We sat with them and with Chris's mom and sister, and with Z's mom, and we mostly swapped stories of childhood, accompanied by much howling of laughter. Chris's mom is a 2nd-grade teacher in a Catholic school, and Z's mom teaches fourth grade in a magnet school. So it wasn't just our childhoods that were discussed. Teachers, particularly elementary-school teachers, have absolutely wicked senses of humor when you pour a little wine into them.
Also the food was awesome and it was the only real Thanksgiving dinner I got, as I had to work on the last Thanksgiving, so... Mmmmmmmmm.
After we dropped the mothers off at home, Z and I changed clothes slightly and went out to a house party given by the guys whose housewarming party we attended a couple months ago-- e:PMT from elmwoodstrip. (e:Paul, e:Matthew, and e:Terry). This was different from the last one, because it was a birthday party for a particular member (e:Enknot), and so it was comprised largely of his friends, many of whom are not e:strippers, and so at one point Paul commented to me that he didn't know more than about six of the fifty people in his house.
Which was fun. e:jenks showed up with a coworker, a stunningly beautiful blonde cardiac resident with an evil sense of humor and a very direct gaze who had completely perfected her conversational technique for maximum effectiveness-- she just had a way of capturing your gaze with her eyes and making you become utterly infatuated with her. Which was definitely amusing to watch, as she worked her way through the party. It helped that e:jenks, her companion, is likewise a stunningly attractive girl, and she was wearing her Christmas dress, which was an ankle-length satin affair with a wide skirt, that had ornaments pinned to it and two battery-operated strings of tiny lights wound around it. It was really funny to see their effect on the party, many of the others of which were scantily-clad Chippewa-strip-bound twenty-year-olds with their boobs hanging out. Completely out of their depth next to a pair of mature, intelligent, genuine beauties.
I love e:PMT and I love their house and there's just an aesthetic to e:strip that always proves fascinating, the more so because I somehow always end up slightly stoned at these gatherings, and apparently my natural reaction to that is that I start perceiving everyone else as acting stoned, so either it was me or everyone there was off their fucking nut. I actually believe it was most likely the latter. But I don't know. The birthday boy was definitely fucked up beyond belief, and yet in such a way that he remained largely coherent and upright throughout the night-- which is a lost art. It's important not to incapacitate yourself, but of course you want to be totally off the hook for such an event. Anyhow.
I also got to do two totally awesome things that most of the partygoers didn't: e:Terry took three or four of us up and showed us the roof, which is so totally awesome they need to put a tiny deck up there. You can see EVERYTHING from up there. And the other thing was that e:Matthew, on the way back down the stairs, took us into their animal room in the attic and let the sugar gliders out and let us see the wild mice he's captured. Poor guy got a humane trap, figuring on releasing the mice outdoors, but then realized it's winter and that would kill them. So he's got nine mice in a cage and realizes he's only captured the babies: the adults are still free, and the babies are rapidly maturing and will soon begin breeding. So he has nine half-wild mice in a cage and soon will have more, and really has no idea what to do with them. Maybe he should befriend someone who keeps a snake...
The sugar gliders, meanwhile, are adorable flying squirrels and the female is pregnant. We decided it would be the worst thing ever if humans were marsupials. Why? Because as it is, you're subjected to horrible horrible photos of ugly babies on the slightest pretext. Can you imagine if a pregnant woman could show you her fetus? She so totally would, she'd just yank out the pouch and be all, "Look isn't it CUTE" and there's this absolutely horrible pink wrinkled alien thing and EEEEEWWWW. Gross.
[Side discussion with e:jenks, a surgery resident: "Newborns are really ugly for the first couple days," she said. She'd know; she works in a hospital. My comment: "How has the human race survived? Something that ugly comes out of my nether parts accompanied by terrible pain and a huge mess, my first instinct is not going to be to scoop it up out of the mass of filth and nurture it."]
Anyway. So this week I am on vacation. I am going to spend today, tomorrow, and the day after getting my house and affairs in order, and then Weds. I am going to take the train to Albany, and I'm going to spend a couple days with my grandmother, a couple days with my folks, and then I'm going to take the train back out here. Seems reasonable to me, right?
I just sat on the couch and cleaned my skate wheels, which have accumulated a lot of mung from the rink floor, and the bearings as well as I could without removing them, since they don't come out without a special tool. (They'll come out of some wheels, but really not out of the Witch Doctor blues.) Z is sitting on the love seat writing his next gadget column (on stocking stuffers), and we're listening to the Barenaked Ladies' Maybe You Should Drive, and it's nearly 50 degrees out which means the heat's not on constantly in here so it's actually pleasant.
Last night was just in general a great time. I got home from work, put real clothes on, and we zipped over to Chris and Rose's for a post-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving. We sat with them and with Chris's mom and sister, and with Z's mom, and we mostly swapped stories of childhood, accompanied by much howling of laughter. Chris's mom is a 2nd-grade teacher in a Catholic school, and Z's mom teaches fourth grade in a magnet school. So it wasn't just our childhoods that were discussed. Teachers, particularly elementary-school teachers, have absolutely wicked senses of humor when you pour a little wine into them.
Also the food was awesome and it was the only real Thanksgiving dinner I got, as I had to work on the last Thanksgiving, so... Mmmmmmmmm.
After we dropped the mothers off at home, Z and I changed clothes slightly and went out to a house party given by the guys whose housewarming party we attended a couple months ago-- e:PMT from elmwoodstrip. (e:Paul, e:Matthew, and e:Terry). This was different from the last one, because it was a birthday party for a particular member (e:Enknot), and so it was comprised largely of his friends, many of whom are not e:strippers, and so at one point Paul commented to me that he didn't know more than about six of the fifty people in his house.
Which was fun. e:jenks showed up with a coworker, a stunningly beautiful blonde cardiac resident with an evil sense of humor and a very direct gaze who had completely perfected her conversational technique for maximum effectiveness-- she just had a way of capturing your gaze with her eyes and making you become utterly infatuated with her. Which was definitely amusing to watch, as she worked her way through the party. It helped that e:jenks, her companion, is likewise a stunningly attractive girl, and she was wearing her Christmas dress, which was an ankle-length satin affair with a wide skirt, that had ornaments pinned to it and two battery-operated strings of tiny lights wound around it. It was really funny to see their effect on the party, many of the others of which were scantily-clad Chippewa-strip-bound twenty-year-olds with their boobs hanging out. Completely out of their depth next to a pair of mature, intelligent, genuine beauties.
I love e:PMT and I love their house and there's just an aesthetic to e:strip that always proves fascinating, the more so because I somehow always end up slightly stoned at these gatherings, and apparently my natural reaction to that is that I start perceiving everyone else as acting stoned, so either it was me or everyone there was off their fucking nut. I actually believe it was most likely the latter. But I don't know. The birthday boy was definitely fucked up beyond belief, and yet in such a way that he remained largely coherent and upright throughout the night-- which is a lost art. It's important not to incapacitate yourself, but of course you want to be totally off the hook for such an event. Anyhow.
I also got to do two totally awesome things that most of the partygoers didn't: e:Terry took three or four of us up and showed us the roof, which is so totally awesome they need to put a tiny deck up there. You can see EVERYTHING from up there. And the other thing was that e:Matthew, on the way back down the stairs, took us into their animal room in the attic and let the sugar gliders out and let us see the wild mice he's captured. Poor guy got a humane trap, figuring on releasing the mice outdoors, but then realized it's winter and that would kill them. So he's got nine mice in a cage and realizes he's only captured the babies: the adults are still free, and the babies are rapidly maturing and will soon begin breeding. So he has nine half-wild mice in a cage and soon will have more, and really has no idea what to do with them. Maybe he should befriend someone who keeps a snake...
The sugar gliders, meanwhile, are adorable flying squirrels and the female is pregnant. We decided it would be the worst thing ever if humans were marsupials. Why? Because as it is, you're subjected to horrible horrible photos of ugly babies on the slightest pretext. Can you imagine if a pregnant woman could show you her fetus? She so totally would, she'd just yank out the pouch and be all, "Look isn't it CUTE" and there's this absolutely horrible pink wrinkled alien thing and EEEEEWWWW. Gross.
[Side discussion with e:jenks, a surgery resident: "Newborns are really ugly for the first couple days," she said. She'd know; she works in a hospital. My comment: "How has the human race survived? Something that ugly comes out of my nether parts accompanied by terrible pain and a huge mess, my first instinct is not going to be to scoop it up out of the mass of filth and nurture it."]
Anyway. So this week I am on vacation. I am going to spend today, tomorrow, and the day after getting my house and affairs in order, and then Weds. I am going to take the train to Albany, and I'm going to spend a couple days with my grandmother, a couple days with my folks, and then I'm going to take the train back out here. Seems reasonable to me, right?
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Date: 2006-12-10 08:25 pm (UTC)As for your baby comment: I hadn't thought of that at all but you know what? You are totally right.
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Date: 2006-12-10 08:27 pm (UTC)The thing is, I seem to forget that you live near my parents. Your home is this sort of not-real place to me, and I always forget that when I am home is the time I could also see you.
I will let you know what days I am coming. I am looking up Amtrak fares now.
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Date: 2006-12-10 09:07 pm (UTC)