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Oct. 14th, 2002 11:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7made it back from Buffalo. Exhausting trip. Left 7 am sat., arrived at our final destination at 3 pm, after a long stop in rochester.
hung out with parents, played silly games with the dog (demonstrating phenomenon of "belly squips"-- Bertie's hilarious response to being zrbrted on the neck or tummy, best described as a fervent "oh stop it some more!"-- actually yelping and jerking away, then hesitating and leaning back shyly towards the wicked zrbrter), went to the engagement party which was the entire reason for us going, met people i've heard all about and saw demonstration that many of the hilarious tales i've been told were not, in fact, lies (Dave and Tom spent a great deal of time fondling each other's nonexistent breasts, to the horror of Tom's rather easily shocked girlfriend)... then had a good breakfast, puttered around the house trying to make lunch dates with either of two people who had expressed interest in them, found that neither of the two people actually were interested (well, neither person was anywhere to be found. Did they both not realize that "sunday midday" would take place on Sunday, sometime between morning and afternoon, when making their weekend plans?) , had a great lunch with the parents in front of the Bills game (takeout from Ted's, the best hot dogs i've ever had) with the dog as an active participant (she snurfled everything Dave had spilled into his lap from his pants, which was hysterical to watch), then departed merrily for Jersey at about two or two-thirty.
Dave drove the whole thing, which I was glad of because i'd woken early that morning and as a consequence hadn't gotten much sleep, and we had to stop twice for gas (!) and once for food (Wendy's, just at the border between PA and NJ-- surprisingly good salad and a baked potato for me, to satisfy my demanding tummy)... otherwise an uneventful, slightly grumpy, a bit taciturn, and boring trip, interspersed with moments of humor. Dave's still being more affectionate than usual towards me, most likely because he's not sick of me yet.
Of course the worst part of the entire trip was trying to find a parking space. It's a residential area, where he lives, which means parking is easy during the day, while everyone's at work or out, but after about 6-7 pm, you're just out of luck. Fortunately, the car that had parked in front of me was a little ways away from me, and I was parked just in front of the door to his building, so if I got out and pulled forward until I was quite close to the car (which was a tiny car in the space where a Ford Explorer or something used to be, so it had plenty of room in front of it once i took up the plenty of room behind) he could pull right up close to me, and so we had a walk of nothing at all to get to his apartment. I should make a regular practice of that, or something. But that'd be annoying. So, no.
Anyhow, once we got inside and I was expressing how glad I was to not be on the road anymore (i spent 4 hrs friday on the road, then all day saturday, and all afternoon and evening sunday. that's... that's just enough to make you want to hurt yourself if it would get you out of any more time in the car), he expressed a sentiment that i've felt but never thought to explain-- the curious depression of getting home to find everything totally unchanged. When you went away to camp, or even to college, you'd come back and your bed was made and your dirty laundry clean and put away neatly, your room tidied, the house warm and alive and lived-in. As an adult, you come back to a stale cold home with everything just as you left it, only a little dingier and dustier.
So sad. I think I'll clean in here a bit more today... so far I've just been slothful, though.
I went back to sleep after Dave left for work, and woke up again because the smaller of the frogs, now renamed Bob, was singing. Loudly. Silly little frog. It was sunny and the sun was right on their cage, and I thought about shading them somehow, but then decided there was shade available in the cage, and if they weren't in it, then they didn't mind about the sun.
Cute froggies...
OK, I'm going to go and get to work. I wish there was something to eat in this house. I'm hungry. I suppose I could go grocery shopping, but i don't want to move my car; it's in the perfect spot for unloading furniture, and I might not get that spot back, or even one close to it, so no way. I'll make do with stale Peeps and peanut butter.
And with that disgusting image, i leave you.
:-)
ps-- watch for website updates! I'll be doing them soon, and i'll link to them here!
;]
hung out with parents, played silly games with the dog (demonstrating phenomenon of "belly squips"-- Bertie's hilarious response to being zrbrted on the neck or tummy, best described as a fervent "oh stop it some more!"-- actually yelping and jerking away, then hesitating and leaning back shyly towards the wicked zrbrter), went to the engagement party which was the entire reason for us going, met people i've heard all about and saw demonstration that many of the hilarious tales i've been told were not, in fact, lies (Dave and Tom spent a great deal of time fondling each other's nonexistent breasts, to the horror of Tom's rather easily shocked girlfriend)... then had a good breakfast, puttered around the house trying to make lunch dates with either of two people who had expressed interest in them, found that neither of the two people actually were interested (well, neither person was anywhere to be found. Did they both not realize that "sunday midday" would take place on Sunday, sometime between morning and afternoon, when making their weekend plans?) , had a great lunch with the parents in front of the Bills game (takeout from Ted's, the best hot dogs i've ever had) with the dog as an active participant (she snurfled everything Dave had spilled into his lap from his pants, which was hysterical to watch), then departed merrily for Jersey at about two or two-thirty.
Dave drove the whole thing, which I was glad of because i'd woken early that morning and as a consequence hadn't gotten much sleep, and we had to stop twice for gas (!) and once for food (Wendy's, just at the border between PA and NJ-- surprisingly good salad and a baked potato for me, to satisfy my demanding tummy)... otherwise an uneventful, slightly grumpy, a bit taciturn, and boring trip, interspersed with moments of humor. Dave's still being more affectionate than usual towards me, most likely because he's not sick of me yet.
Of course the worst part of the entire trip was trying to find a parking space. It's a residential area, where he lives, which means parking is easy during the day, while everyone's at work or out, but after about 6-7 pm, you're just out of luck. Fortunately, the car that had parked in front of me was a little ways away from me, and I was parked just in front of the door to his building, so if I got out and pulled forward until I was quite close to the car (which was a tiny car in the space where a Ford Explorer or something used to be, so it had plenty of room in front of it once i took up the plenty of room behind) he could pull right up close to me, and so we had a walk of nothing at all to get to his apartment. I should make a regular practice of that, or something. But that'd be annoying. So, no.
Anyhow, once we got inside and I was expressing how glad I was to not be on the road anymore (i spent 4 hrs friday on the road, then all day saturday, and all afternoon and evening sunday. that's... that's just enough to make you want to hurt yourself if it would get you out of any more time in the car), he expressed a sentiment that i've felt but never thought to explain-- the curious depression of getting home to find everything totally unchanged. When you went away to camp, or even to college, you'd come back and your bed was made and your dirty laundry clean and put away neatly, your room tidied, the house warm and alive and lived-in. As an adult, you come back to a stale cold home with everything just as you left it, only a little dingier and dustier.
So sad. I think I'll clean in here a bit more today... so far I've just been slothful, though.
I went back to sleep after Dave left for work, and woke up again because the smaller of the frogs, now renamed Bob, was singing. Loudly. Silly little frog. It was sunny and the sun was right on their cage, and I thought about shading them somehow, but then decided there was shade available in the cage, and if they weren't in it, then they didn't mind about the sun.
Cute froggies...
OK, I'm going to go and get to work. I wish there was something to eat in this house. I'm hungry. I suppose I could go grocery shopping, but i don't want to move my car; it's in the perfect spot for unloading furniture, and I might not get that spot back, or even one close to it, so no way. I'll make do with stale Peeps and peanut butter.
And with that disgusting image, i leave you.
:-)
ps-- watch for website updates! I'll be doing them soon, and i'll link to them here!
;]
