Life since Friday

[kiya]

Because I haven't written about anything since we went to the movies.


Went to the game on Saturday with yehoshua. I don't have anything to say about the brouhaha or the rhubarb or anything like that, partly because if anyone wants to know about it, they can find forty thousand talking heads yapping about it. I write about the cool stuff instead.

yehoshua's scorekeeping system is nifty. I intend to steal bits of it when I have scorecards designed for my own usage. I also came up with a use for the purple pen in my pocket, which may turn into something more general. We shall see.

It was great to see Johnny Damon out on the field. The crowd shouted and whooped at him until he waved, which got another ripple; all terribly cool. Also, if it's common to come back from a concussion with that sort of hitting day, I can think of a few folks in the middle of the lineup who should be hit upside the head with something.

Two great defensive plays, one for us, one for them; Trot made a great catch of a ball down the line. Our right fielder goes to eleven. The Yankee 1B got another good snag, too.

When the game let out, I looked at the horde trying to wedge itself into the Kenmore T and decided that this was insane, I'd just walk to Harvard. (I had plenty of time before I was meeting erispope.) I have a love letter to my city that I'll write at some point from the vantage of standing on the bridge after dark, which is one of the many things in my queue for putting words down somewhere. My hip gave out pretty badly as I hit Cambridge, and I sat down for a while on the steps to the Dome before hiking up to Central. At Central I stopped at Mary's for a bowl of soup and a Coke (because it's hot & sour soup weather, also because ow ow ow ow ow) and got some crab rangoon for teinedreugan to get up to table minimum, then caught the T to Harvard. (See also: ow ow ow ow ow.)

Was accosted by a guy I suspect was homeless in Central who was desperately trying to find the game results on the radio and wanted to know if I knew them. had a nice little conversation, then caught the train. Parked myself out in front of the Brattle Theatre and pondered the smell of clove smoke on the air while waiting for erispope.

Then we caught the T around and snagged the bus to keshwyn and jikharra's place, after some excitement involving a spectacular lack of bus (finally resolved by getting a schedule and saying, "Oh, these run once an hour this late and we got here twenty minutes after the last one. Okay." At which point we sat around and ate salt and vinegar crisps until the bus came.

Hung out at Yorq for a bit, mostly talking with keshwyn, then went home.



Damn. What did I do Sunday?

I think Sunday we mostly sat around and did nothing. Sore me, for one thing.

Oh, yeah, and made pierogies.

And proposed comic book to oneironaut.



erispope was going to see boats and do shoppering and such. I wasn't up to joining her on the original expotition, but we concocted a plan to go downtown and meet them up, and then go to Fire and Ice for dinner. See previous entry on how well that worked.

So they came back, and we went to Fire and Ice for dinner. Well, first, we went to Harnett's, and I picked up some henna-reddening shampoo and some cosmetics, because, y'know, girliness lessons. Even if I'm about as femme as a toucan. (Colorful, yes, but . . . just not femme.) Need to finish sewing that hem.

Went to Fire and Ice. As always, my meals there induce me to repel vampires at fifty paces. Had some very strange alcohol (erispope declared that it tasted like kool-aid with rum in) which I may want to duplicate someday I'm feeling like pink drinks. We finished dinner in the top of the third inning (no score) and went home and I turned on the game when we got there and watched the excitement and stuff.


Still suffering from the d'waaaaanas. This may improve if I wind up feeling less vaguely icky.

Need to repot a plant. I think I'll do that now while I'm thinking of it.

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[linenoise.livejournal.com]

Went to Fire and Ice. As always, my meals there induce me to repel vampires at fifty paces.

This is a good thing, IMO. Pesky things, vampires.

I also get the d'waaaaaaanas a lot. Although I call 'em the 'fuckits' instead. "I should really go do homework, right? Awww, fuckit."