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dragonlady71: I ordered Z a Christmas present, goodies from a webcomic he loves. (Achewood, of course). It was before the shipping deadline. I was all proud of myself. On the 21st I got an email from Christ Onstad. He was deeply apologetic, and the email was obviously cc'd to a number of people: there had been a problem in their stock, and so some things had not come in on schedule. He was sending everything he had out, partial orders, and crossing his fingers and hoping it'd make it by Christmas. He's in CA, so it was unlikely East Coasters would get the items. The out of stock portions of the orders wouldn't even make it by New Year's.
I shrugged; I know Z hasn't gotten me anything, and we've lamed out on one another before to no real detriment of our relationship. So I told Z I had indeed purchased him something, despite having claimed not to have, but he'd be getting it for his birthday, which is on New Year's Eve. So, no biggie.
Then the package arrived this morning. And he saw the mailing label, which says Achewood on it. And he was trying not to be obvious about it, but obviously it was killing him that he knew it must be for him but didn't know what it was.
So I said, fuck it, let's open presents now. We'll be busy later, and his family probably wouldn't appreciate the awesome that much.
I got him a framed color version of Ray Gets Sort Of Stoned, his favorite strip. He'd said he wanted to put it on his git list but thought perhaps his mother might Judge him. The strip was signed, but not personalized, which I decided was just as well-- there had been a box in the order form that said "if you'd like something personalized, say so here" and I'd written "if you want to, you could make it out to Dave, who is a big fan of Roast Beef, but then again, who isn't?"
I explained this to Dave, who said, "Nah, I'd rather it not be personalized-- I want to hang it on the wall and it's weird to have my name on it."
"Good," I said.
I had also gotten him the Achewood Cookbook, which I knew he had been coveting.
He sat and read it. it's not very long. It's hilarious. And also has good recipes in it.
And he got to the end.
I forgot: the BOOK was what was to be personalized, not the strip. I know it's backwards, that's my Macbook's iSight, but this way I'm not giving away the exclusive content. ;)
2: So one of the gifts I had gotten in the mail was a mysterious box from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kkatowll.
What on earth would she be sending me? She and I have been friends over a decade, and have never really been the type to be very good at remembering to send one another things. Usually we buy one another Christmas/birthday presents that we hang onto for an average of three years before finally seeing one another and handing them over. I did, however, mail her a toaster earlier this year, and steak knives, and a can opener, because when her newly ex-boyfriend moved out, he took those things with him. Not exactly glamorous items.
What on earth would she have sent me? I opened the box to discover an amazing and wondrously awesome thing.
Girl Scout cookies.
Rock on.
(She's a troop leader. I had asked if I could buy cookies from her and she said no, they're not allowed to sell over the Internet or by mail order, you have to order direct from someone local. This made me sad. Now I am no longer sad. Also my sad dilemma of no Christmas cookies is solved.)
Hooray!!! Christmas is saved!
Also last night we went last-minute Christmas shopping in the form of going to a trendy bar/restaurant downtown to buy Z's mom a gift card and also have a late dinner ourselves. It was lovely. And we tipped the waitress 20% on the dinner *and* the giftcard, because it was crappy weather and nobody should have to work that hard on Christmas Eve Eve. [That's not etiquette, though-- you tip on a giftcard when you *use* it, not when you *buy* it. But it's Christmas. And she was an excellent waitress. Busy, but believably friendly and actually interested and involved in every conversation she was having, even when multiple conversations were going on at once.]
I shrugged; I know Z hasn't gotten me anything, and we've lamed out on one another before to no real detriment of our relationship. So I told Z I had indeed purchased him something, despite having claimed not to have, but he'd be getting it for his birthday, which is on New Year's Eve. So, no biggie.
Then the package arrived this morning. And he saw the mailing label, which says Achewood on it. And he was trying not to be obvious about it, but obviously it was killing him that he knew it must be for him but didn't know what it was.
So I said, fuck it, let's open presents now. We'll be busy later, and his family probably wouldn't appreciate the awesome that much.
I got him a framed color version of Ray Gets Sort Of Stoned, his favorite strip. He'd said he wanted to put it on his git list but thought perhaps his mother might Judge him. The strip was signed, but not personalized, which I decided was just as well-- there had been a box in the order form that said "if you'd like something personalized, say so here" and I'd written "if you want to, you could make it out to Dave, who is a big fan of Roast Beef, but then again, who isn't?"
I explained this to Dave, who said, "Nah, I'd rather it not be personalized-- I want to hang it on the wall and it's weird to have my name on it."
"Good," I said.
I had also gotten him the Achewood Cookbook, which I knew he had been coveting.
He sat and read it. it's not very long. It's hilarious. And also has good recipes in it.
And he got to the end.
I forgot: the BOOK was what was to be personalized, not the strip. I know it's backwards, that's my Macbook's iSight, but this way I'm not giving away the exclusive content. ;)
2: So one of the gifts I had gotten in the mail was a mysterious box from
kkatowll.What on earth would she be sending me? She and I have been friends over a decade, and have never really been the type to be very good at remembering to send one another things. Usually we buy one another Christmas/birthday presents that we hang onto for an average of three years before finally seeing one another and handing them over. I did, however, mail her a toaster earlier this year, and steak knives, and a can opener, because when her newly ex-boyfriend moved out, he took those things with him. Not exactly glamorous items.
What on earth would she have sent me? I opened the box to discover an amazing and wondrously awesome thing.
Girl Scout cookies.
Rock on.
(She's a troop leader. I had asked if I could buy cookies from her and she said no, they're not allowed to sell over the Internet or by mail order, you have to order direct from someone local. This made me sad. Now I am no longer sad. Also my sad dilemma of no Christmas cookies is solved.)
Hooray!!! Christmas is saved!
Also last night we went last-minute Christmas shopping in the form of going to a trendy bar/restaurant downtown to buy Z's mom a gift card and also have a late dinner ourselves. It was lovely. And we tipped the waitress 20% on the dinner *and* the giftcard, because it was crappy weather and nobody should have to work that hard on Christmas Eve Eve. [That's not etiquette, though-- you tip on a giftcard when you *use* it, not when you *buy* it. But it's Christmas. And she was an excellent waitress. Busy, but believably friendly and actually interested and involved in every conversation she was having, even when multiple conversations were going on at once.]
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Date: 2007-12-26 07:37 pm (UTC)Maybe they should make you type in the troop number of your nearest troop, or something. That'd be a good way of doing it.