Not that I was taken out to dinner, but the principle is similar. Went to a birthday party Friday night at Tasca and ate far too much paella and met lots of new people, which was nice -- including someone who recognized me from the Claremont (in fact we'd spoken a week before when I was in there reading). Fun time!
Saturday: made conscious decision to do nothing, and did. It was fabulous. Woke up to leaves on the trees (miracle!), took myself and The Paths of the Dead to Second Cup and bought a gigantic cinnamon roll and a latte, and read out on their terrasse until the wind started to blow too much grit at my ankles. Then bought Rumours (I had a craving -- I hope none of my neighbours hate Fleetwood Mac because I've been playing it nonstop) and went home and lay on the sofa with all the windows open, finished the book and read The Lord of Castle Black and much of The Phoenix Guards. (I will almost certainly get Sethra Lavode in hardcover due to lack of patience, and I think I'm now prepared to tackle 500 Years After, which defeated me before, but I get it now.) At some point I ate dinner.
Esther and I wandered up and down St-Denis and had ice cream (did you know there was such a thing as lavender ice cream? I had some. It was good) and she told me all about her forthcoming trip to Italy (damn my fiscal prudence! damn it!). The guy she's going with sounds somewhat insane (claims to not get jet lag, put all projected expenses into a spreadsheet, has obtained grid references for all the sights they will see and ranked them according to type, likes to bound out of bed and sightsee at 6:30 a.m.) but it should be lovely.
Sunday: unpacked summer clothes, put away winter clothes, set aside things to be dry-cleaned, assessed gaps in wardrobe (I need about 15 T-shirts), did some tidying. Fully planned to vacuum, dust, sort out kitchen etc., but went to Kelly and Jean's for dinner and jigsaw puzzle instead (much more fun) -- don't worry,
monkeycommando, I'll have the place livable by the time you and S show up. Developed severe jigsaw-puzzle-related strain injury due to the unnatural posture you have to be in to look for the piece you want. Ow. Better now.
And before I noticed it was midnight and I had to go home to sleep. And here I am. Craaaaazy week ahead, but we'll manage.
Saturday: made conscious decision to do nothing, and did. It was fabulous. Woke up to leaves on the trees (miracle!), took myself and The Paths of the Dead to Second Cup and bought a gigantic cinnamon roll and a latte, and read out on their terrasse until the wind started to blow too much grit at my ankles. Then bought Rumours (I had a craving -- I hope none of my neighbours hate Fleetwood Mac because I've been playing it nonstop) and went home and lay on the sofa with all the windows open, finished the book and read The Lord of Castle Black and much of The Phoenix Guards. (I will almost certainly get Sethra Lavode in hardcover due to lack of patience, and I think I'm now prepared to tackle 500 Years After, which defeated me before, but I get it now.) At some point I ate dinner.
Esther and I wandered up and down St-Denis and had ice cream (did you know there was such a thing as lavender ice cream? I had some. It was good) and she told me all about her forthcoming trip to Italy (damn my fiscal prudence! damn it!). The guy she's going with sounds somewhat insane (claims to not get jet lag, put all projected expenses into a spreadsheet, has obtained grid references for all the sights they will see and ranked them according to type, likes to bound out of bed and sightsee at 6:30 a.m.) but it should be lovely.
Sunday: unpacked summer clothes, put away winter clothes, set aside things to be dry-cleaned, assessed gaps in wardrobe (I need about 15 T-shirts), did some tidying. Fully planned to vacuum, dust, sort out kitchen etc., but went to Kelly and Jean's for dinner and jigsaw puzzle instead (much more fun) -- don't worry,
And before I noticed it was midnight and I had to go home to sleep. And here I am. Craaaaazy week ahead, but we'll manage.
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Date: 2004-05-03 09:51 am (UTC)The condition is the direct cousin to the "sitting on the floor crossed legged until your legs go numb looking for the right Lego piece" syndrome.
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Date: 2004-05-03 10:47 am (UTC)huh. what would that be like.... But I get a MASSAGE tomorrow, because Mom is still to sore to be up for body work. And she is paying, as a thankyou. So YAY!
likes to bound out of bed and sightsee at 6:30 a.m.
and what is wrong with this? This is the best time to sightsee :D. says the morning dove to the nighthawk
Had a FAB, albeit exhausting weekend. It was riding clinic weekend. Friday at the clinic, lesson on someone else's TWH. SUnday, Bill and Dianne came here, and I had a 2 hour!! lesson on Joey. AMAZING stuff. Perhaps will call sometime and tell you all about. And JJ remains cute as ever. Did you get the pic I had mom send you? Could you forward it on to the usual suspects? Thanks!
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Date: 2004-05-03 11:08 am (UTC)Do call -- it's time!
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Date: 2004-05-03 11:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-03 02:46 pm (UTC)My god they're young in the liner photos...
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Date: 2004-05-03 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-05-04 06:55 am (UTC)