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Jul. 16th, 2007 03:02 pmBusy, busy, busy weekend.
Kat came over Friday. Did not get much writing done, but we did go swimming, hot tubbing, walking aimlessly around, to get ice cream, to the swings late at night, and back and forth between houses across the golf course. Kat bought me a Calico Jack toast stamper, which is the most uselessly amazing thing EVAR. We made piratical grilled cheese. It was awesome. She slept over, and in the morning we pretty much just sat around by the pool and played Egyptian Ratscrew. With my piratical playing cards. It was nerdy and idyllic.
Brought Kat home at around 1 on Saturday, then Tim and I went back to Mom's for showering and such, and around 3 began the epic festivities of "Everyone's 50th Birthday Party," a celebration for "everyone who is turning, has turned, or ever plans to turn 50." Met a lot of people whom I had supposedly met before but not since I was about six, which is always awkward. Also got to see a lot of people whom I haven't seen in a year or two, which is nice and slightly less awkward (but only slightly), and met some new people, most notably Melissa's friend from work Emily, a bubbly cute little British girl of 30 who (a) talked Melissa into getting Facebook and (b) brought black cherry Smirnoff which was dangerously delicious and (c) wrote all over my dad's calendar marking her birthday, every time she's come over for dinner, and when my dad needs to start shopping for her Christmas gift (she insists on a value of at least $3000), and some other random stuff. I quite liked her. I added her on Facebook, as well as Melissa, which brings the number of "adults" I'm Facebook friends with up to... well, lots, comparatively. Like, four. Also added Danny Carroll, which was maybe slightly weird of me as I didn't really talk to him much, mostly just his mother, but whatever. Also had a real conversation with Uncle Rob, which is unusual as we're the two least talkative people in our family circle, and said conversation was not about college--it was about mental illness. Was quite an interesting break from the normal way of things.
Sunday, we all were up way too early, sat around blinking in the sunlight and half-heartedly picking up cans and bottles while poking fun at each other for stupid things we and various others had said when drunk, and eventually gave up cleaning and had breakfast. All before noon. Then went to Pat's house to help paint the hallway and living room baseboards and (minimally) help prep the kitchen to be painted. Barbecued for lunch, then Dan and Lindsay came over and we hung around being spastic. I went home at like 9 because I was bloody exhausted. Got a minimal head start on tidying the house up, then went to bed.
I overslept ridiculously today. Got up at like 12h30. >.> Cleaned things, took a nap(!), walked to the bank and to Paul's to water his flowers, made dinner, cleaned things more. House is now presentable (it had been rather neglected in the craziness of the weekend...) and I am ridiculously tired again.
I have two letters I really, really need to write and I'm just too tired to write them... maybe tomorrow before work.
Kat came over Friday. Did not get much writing done, but we did go swimming, hot tubbing, walking aimlessly around, to get ice cream, to the swings late at night, and back and forth between houses across the golf course. Kat bought me a Calico Jack toast stamper, which is the most uselessly amazing thing EVAR. We made piratical grilled cheese. It was awesome. She slept over, and in the morning we pretty much just sat around by the pool and played Egyptian Ratscrew. With my piratical playing cards. It was nerdy and idyllic.
Brought Kat home at around 1 on Saturday, then Tim and I went back to Mom's for showering and such, and around 3 began the epic festivities of "Everyone's 50th Birthday Party," a celebration for "everyone who is turning, has turned, or ever plans to turn 50." Met a lot of people whom I had supposedly met before but not since I was about six, which is always awkward. Also got to see a lot of people whom I haven't seen in a year or two, which is nice and slightly less awkward (but only slightly), and met some new people, most notably Melissa's friend from work Emily, a bubbly cute little British girl of 30 who (a) talked Melissa into getting Facebook and (b) brought black cherry Smirnoff which was dangerously delicious and (c) wrote all over my dad's calendar marking her birthday, every time she's come over for dinner, and when my dad needs to start shopping for her Christmas gift (she insists on a value of at least $3000), and some other random stuff. I quite liked her. I added her on Facebook, as well as Melissa, which brings the number of "adults" I'm Facebook friends with up to... well, lots, comparatively. Like, four. Also added Danny Carroll, which was maybe slightly weird of me as I didn't really talk to him much, mostly just his mother, but whatever. Also had a real conversation with Uncle Rob, which is unusual as we're the two least talkative people in our family circle, and said conversation was not about college--it was about mental illness. Was quite an interesting break from the normal way of things.
Sunday, we all were up way too early, sat around blinking in the sunlight and half-heartedly picking up cans and bottles while poking fun at each other for stupid things we and various others had said when drunk, and eventually gave up cleaning and had breakfast. All before noon. Then went to Pat's house to help paint the hallway and living room baseboards and (minimally) help prep the kitchen to be painted. Barbecued for lunch, then Dan and Lindsay came over and we hung around being spastic. I went home at like 9 because I was bloody exhausted. Got a minimal head start on tidying the house up, then went to bed.
I overslept ridiculously today. Got up at like 12h30. >.> Cleaned things, took a nap(!), walked to the bank and to Paul's to water his flowers, made dinner, cleaned things more. House is now presentable (it had been rather neglected in the craziness of the weekend...) and I am ridiculously tired again.
I have two letters I really, really need to write and I'm just too tired to write them... maybe tomorrow before work.