Jun. 12th, 2004
Was going to post this yesterday...
Jun. 12th, 2004 03:43 pmBut, you see, I never came home in time to post it. ^_-
So I had this really fun dream. I dreamt that this young Jewish girl (maybe sixteen or seventeen) was helping me to sneak into an Egyptian temple. She apparently did this on a regular basis, and thought it would be a lot of fun to bring me along on this latest escapade.
Only in this dream I was apparently quite realistic about my own abilities to sneak around. We had to creep quietly along a ledge that was less than an inch wide and was made of some substance like, well, icing on a cake, and was on a steep incline. Don't ask me how we managed to get very far, but we did get a fair distance.
I kept slipping, even though I was managing to keep up somewhat, but to make matters a whole lot worse, there were searchlights moving around the whole place, looking for intruders, and we eventually got caught, mostly because I couldn't move quickly enough to avoid them, or so the girl claimed.
The man who caught us was the security guard at her high school, and he was none too pleased at her latest stunt. It turned out the temple we were trying to sneak into was her high school, and this was just the latest of a series of infractions. I wasn't especially fussed, ironically, as I knew I was in university and wouldn't get into trouble for this.
Luckily for her, the security guard just sent her home with a flea in her ear (along with me). Turned out her home was right next door, and she took me in with her, where her mother and at least one other sister (there might have been two) were preparing a Seder for the following week. Don't ask me how I knew, I just did.
The mother descended on me and peppered me with questions and other comments I don't really remember, all the while vaguely haranguing her daughter about getting in trouble at school, and at the same time continuing to prepare food with a vengeance. I made uncomfortable noises about having to go home, and so she turned to me and said something to the effect of:
"Oh of course! You and your family must do things like this all the time too!"
To which one of the daughters (I don't remember which) responded in a remarkably exasperated tone: "Ma! They're Goyim!"
I dimly recall a little more bickering among the family (there might have been a younger brother involved), but after that the dream fades away. Nonetheless, it was a lot of fun.
So I had this really fun dream. I dreamt that this young Jewish girl (maybe sixteen or seventeen) was helping me to sneak into an Egyptian temple. She apparently did this on a regular basis, and thought it would be a lot of fun to bring me along on this latest escapade.
Only in this dream I was apparently quite realistic about my own abilities to sneak around. We had to creep quietly along a ledge that was less than an inch wide and was made of some substance like, well, icing on a cake, and was on a steep incline. Don't ask me how we managed to get very far, but we did get a fair distance.
I kept slipping, even though I was managing to keep up somewhat, but to make matters a whole lot worse, there were searchlights moving around the whole place, looking for intruders, and we eventually got caught, mostly because I couldn't move quickly enough to avoid them, or so the girl claimed.
The man who caught us was the security guard at her high school, and he was none too pleased at her latest stunt. It turned out the temple we were trying to sneak into was her high school, and this was just the latest of a series of infractions. I wasn't especially fussed, ironically, as I knew I was in university and wouldn't get into trouble for this.
Luckily for her, the security guard just sent her home with a flea in her ear (along with me). Turned out her home was right next door, and she took me in with her, where her mother and at least one other sister (there might have been two) were preparing a Seder for the following week. Don't ask me how I knew, I just did.
The mother descended on me and peppered me with questions and other comments I don't really remember, all the while vaguely haranguing her daughter about getting in trouble at school, and at the same time continuing to prepare food with a vengeance. I made uncomfortable noises about having to go home, and so she turned to me and said something to the effect of:
"Oh of course! You and your family must do things like this all the time too!"
To which one of the daughters (I don't remember which) responded in a remarkably exasperated tone: "Ma! They're Goyim!"
I dimly recall a little more bickering among the family (there might have been a younger brother involved), but after that the dream fades away. Nonetheless, it was a lot of fun.
Party post :)
Jun. 12th, 2004 04:51 pmWell, the good-bye party at Hurley's was fun. Be warned, this entry is long, and I'm not bothering with a cut tag. :)
Got there at about 6:20, wandered around for about ten minutes trying to find people, and eventually found
karine,
talyesin,
miseri and Amanda (more on her in a sec.) ensconced in the nook upstairs by the fireplace.
Saw a lot of people I hadn't seen in a while, which was so nice. Saw Amanda,
joane's maid of honour at her wedding last year, whom I hadn't seen since the wedding, and I really like her, so it was great to see her again.
talyesin, whom I hadn't seen since Christmas, also a good thing.
ipanicked , whom I also hadn't seen in almost a year, his wife whom I hadn't seen since their wedding (O_O) and
sorceror, which was great. :)
Anyway, can't mention them all, because a METRIC TON of people showed up, some of whom I didn't know, of course.
I drank a lot. A wee bit too much even for me, as it turns out. But that hit me a lot later than I expected. Like, this morning when I got home. Thank goodness for small mercies. Even then, it wasn't so bad. I seem to have just slept it off, and I took some Tylenol and it seems to have done the trick. But oy. Remind me not to do that again. Having your heart go three times as fast as it's supposed to is NOT a fun experience.
Flirted (sort of) with the cute waitress, Ellen, who was so very, very straight, but nice. She seemed to be having fun with us, anyway, despite being very harried and running around filling orders. I even got to use my favourite joke on her at the end, when I was paying for my drinks with my debit card, since I was too slow the first time adding the tip and had to start over (the machine times you and makes you start over after about ten seconds): "I'm not as think as you drunk I am!" I then thought to myself that she might have heard it before and asked her if she had. Apparently she hadn't, so I totally scored brownie points. ^_^ Too bad she was straight.
Moving right along back to the party, I got caught up with
ipanicked and
sorceror and
vureoelt and a little bit with
miseri, although not as much with the latter as at first as we never seemed to be at the same place at the same time.
Many hugs given all around, lots of drunken hugs between me and
joane (no complaints here), and much professing of friendship, which was and is entirely sincere, drunk or sober. :)
I am so going to bawl like a calf when they leave.
Anyway.
Got very tipsy (five Kilkennies will do that to you, although in my defense it was over a period of six hours *and* I had food, so I wasn't a total reckless idiot like the last time I got drunk.)
Just re-read part of that post, and am in process of bawling like a calf now:
Now that I'm getting to know Joane better, I like her more and more. I liked her before, thought she was nice, but I'm discovering she's a truly wonderful human being to be around, and I consider myself very lucky to be able to count her among my friends.
That was two years ago. :::bawls:::
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Okay, I'm good now. :::sniffle::: ^_^
Yes, I'm an emotional sop. Sue me. :P
Had fantastic time with everyone, until we were practically the last to leave. Saw
joane and
shenlo off in a taxi, and then it was just me,
miseri,
the_lich, whom I was really happy to see after such a long time, and Rich Baldwin,
shenlo's double at the SCA. ;)
Since we'd missed the time when the metros keep running, we decided to go grab a coffee so
the_lich and I could sober up. See, I was drunk, and he'd had two Cesars on an empty stomach. Turns out the idiot hadn't eaten in over two days. ^^; More on that later.
We ended up at Ben's on de Maisonneuve, where, since it was 2am, we had food. Putting food into Louis (
the_lich) was a good thing, and also helped me be a little less drunk, since I hadn't had food in several hours myself. Also had coffee. The blood levels in our respective caffeine streams were dangerously high. ;)
We chatted about the fate of the Gamers' Guild, and about memories of school plays, traumas we had all lived through at the hands of our teachers, fun things that old school buddies who get together talk about.
the_lich and I went to the same school, although he was three years ahead of me, and it always frightens people how much he and I think alike. It was so much fun to finally be back together with someone who's entirely on the same wavelength with me... I hadn't realized until last night how much I missed it...
We had to leave Ben's at 4am, since they were closing, so we repaired to a nearby 24-hour Second Cup, and continued talking. The conversation moved on to fashion of the Victorian and Edwardian era of all things, meandering a bit through obscure European and American history (i.e. "Did you know that there's a tiny city state on top of a mountain in Italy?" referring to San Marino, and the story of the "King of America" and whether or not it's legal to print your own currency in the Unites States), and also an interesting if abortive discussion on the type of communication and miscommunication one can have over the internet.
We yapped happily about the SCA, about fighting with buffer swords outside the SCA, and about Victorian swimming habits (whether they did it in the nude or with some form of clothing on), the lack of women's undergarments in the Middle Ages, and the rapid change of the Regency Dress.
I miss my old friends. I don't have conversations like this anymore, whereas they used to take place all the time. I miss seeing
curtana,
forthright and
the_lich,
shenlo,
joane,
miseri,
ipanicked,
sorceror,
vureoelt and everyone else from the Guild and from McGill when we used to hang out all together and have these great and random discussions that used to last forever. *sigh* Don't mind me while I wax nostalgic for a moment. :)
Basically, we had a blast.
And suddenly, it was 7:30 in the morning. :)
So, reluctantly, we decided it was high time we went home.
miseri tentatively suggested breakfast, but the rest of us (and I think he, too) were keeling over by then, and so we called it a day (a night?).
As it turned out, Rich Baldwin had weaseled out of Louis that he hadn't in fact eaten in over two days. So we berated Louis for the better part of ten minutes, and made him promise to eat the minute he got home, because after being on a starvation diet for two days, we were concerned he would go straight to sleep after going home and do some sort of permanent damage to his body. (He's pretty damned skinny already, for the record)
By then this old bum had come and sat at a table next to us and was shamelessly eavesdropping on us (we didn't care, really, but it was weird), and he decided this was a good time to interrupt, and inform Louis drunkenly that if our advice didn't "feel good" then he shouldn't go with it. Because he was a shining example of what "doing what feels good" does to you. ^^;
I admit, I got really irked at that. See, I have this thing where I attract dirty old men stalkers in the street. They'll follow me around and try to grab me or talk to me or whatever, and, well, I'm not a saint or a martyr and I don't really want to deal with that. This just seemed to me to be another example of that, except directed at Louis. So I snapped at him and said something like: "Excuse me, did we ask you?" in the nastiest tone I could muster.
I immediately felt bad because the guy was a pathetic bum, and then I decided not to feel bad, because, dammit, we hadn't asked him, and if he had been anyone else I would have said the same thing. I hope. This is me trying to be assertive. Hah.
We left right after that, feeling that further discourse with the aforementioned bum would not be a good plan, and walked to the metro, which was open again by then. We chatted a little while longer, and finally made our way home.
I got back safely, posted a tiny thing here in my LJ, and decided that passing out was good. Only I didn't manage that for a little bit, as my heart had other plans. It thought that trying to fly out of my chest via my mouth was a better idea, and kept trying to do just that for the longest time. Eventually I managed to fall asleep, and by the time I awoke I was feeling much better.
I had many fun dreams of Sailor Moon, but unfortunately I don't remember them now except in the haziest of ways. :)
And that's the last 24 hours.
Got there at about 6:20, wandered around for about ten minutes trying to find people, and eventually found
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Saw a lot of people I hadn't seen in a while, which was so nice. Saw Amanda,
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Anyway, can't mention them all, because a METRIC TON of people showed up, some of whom I didn't know, of course.
I drank a lot. A wee bit too much even for me, as it turns out. But that hit me a lot later than I expected. Like, this morning when I got home. Thank goodness for small mercies. Even then, it wasn't so bad. I seem to have just slept it off, and I took some Tylenol and it seems to have done the trick. But oy. Remind me not to do that again. Having your heart go three times as fast as it's supposed to is NOT a fun experience.
Flirted (sort of) with the cute waitress, Ellen, who was so very, very straight, but nice. She seemed to be having fun with us, anyway, despite being very harried and running around filling orders. I even got to use my favourite joke on her at the end, when I was paying for my drinks with my debit card, since I was too slow the first time adding the tip and had to start over (the machine times you and makes you start over after about ten seconds): "I'm not as think as you drunk I am!" I then thought to myself that she might have heard it before and asked her if she had. Apparently she hadn't, so I totally scored brownie points. ^_^ Too bad she was straight.
Moving right along back to the party, I got caught up with
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Many hugs given all around, lots of drunken hugs between me and
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I am so going to bawl like a calf when they leave.
Anyway.
Got very tipsy (five Kilkennies will do that to you, although in my defense it was over a period of six hours *and* I had food, so I wasn't a total reckless idiot like the last time I got drunk.)
Just re-read part of that post, and am in process of bawling like a calf now:
Now that I'm getting to know Joane better, I like her more and more. I liked her before, thought she was nice, but I'm discovering she's a truly wonderful human being to be around, and I consider myself very lucky to be able to count her among my friends.
That was two years ago. :::bawls:::
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Okay, I'm good now. :::sniffle::: ^_^
Yes, I'm an emotional sop. Sue me. :P
Had fantastic time with everyone, until we were practically the last to leave. Saw
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Since we'd missed the time when the metros keep running, we decided to go grab a coffee so
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We ended up at Ben's on de Maisonneuve, where, since it was 2am, we had food. Putting food into Louis (
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We chatted about the fate of the Gamers' Guild, and about memories of school plays, traumas we had all lived through at the hands of our teachers, fun things that old school buddies who get together talk about.
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We had to leave Ben's at 4am, since they were closing, so we repaired to a nearby 24-hour Second Cup, and continued talking. The conversation moved on to fashion of the Victorian and Edwardian era of all things, meandering a bit through obscure European and American history (i.e. "Did you know that there's a tiny city state on top of a mountain in Italy?" referring to San Marino, and the story of the "King of America" and whether or not it's legal to print your own currency in the Unites States), and also an interesting if abortive discussion on the type of communication and miscommunication one can have over the internet.
We yapped happily about the SCA, about fighting with buffer swords outside the SCA, and about Victorian swimming habits (whether they did it in the nude or with some form of clothing on), the lack of women's undergarments in the Middle Ages, and the rapid change of the Regency Dress.
I miss my old friends. I don't have conversations like this anymore, whereas they used to take place all the time. I miss seeing
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Basically, we had a blast.
And suddenly, it was 7:30 in the morning. :)
So, reluctantly, we decided it was high time we went home.
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As it turned out, Rich Baldwin had weaseled out of Louis that he hadn't in fact eaten in over two days. So we berated Louis for the better part of ten minutes, and made him promise to eat the minute he got home, because after being on a starvation diet for two days, we were concerned he would go straight to sleep after going home and do some sort of permanent damage to his body. (He's pretty damned skinny already, for the record)
By then this old bum had come and sat at a table next to us and was shamelessly eavesdropping on us (we didn't care, really, but it was weird), and he decided this was a good time to interrupt, and inform Louis drunkenly that if our advice didn't "feel good" then he shouldn't go with it. Because he was a shining example of what "doing what feels good" does to you. ^^;
I admit, I got really irked at that. See, I have this thing where I attract dirty old men stalkers in the street. They'll follow me around and try to grab me or talk to me or whatever, and, well, I'm not a saint or a martyr and I don't really want to deal with that. This just seemed to me to be another example of that, except directed at Louis. So I snapped at him and said something like: "Excuse me, did we ask you?" in the nastiest tone I could muster.
I immediately felt bad because the guy was a pathetic bum, and then I decided not to feel bad, because, dammit, we hadn't asked him, and if he had been anyone else I would have said the same thing. I hope. This is me trying to be assertive. Hah.
We left right after that, feeling that further discourse with the aforementioned bum would not be a good plan, and walked to the metro, which was open again by then. We chatted a little while longer, and finally made our way home.
I got back safely, posted a tiny thing here in my LJ, and decided that passing out was good. Only I didn't manage that for a little bit, as my heart had other plans. It thought that trying to fly out of my chest via my mouth was a better idea, and kept trying to do just that for the longest time. Eventually I managed to fall asleep, and by the time I awoke I was feeling much better.
I had many fun dreams of Sailor Moon, but unfortunately I don't remember them now except in the haziest of ways. :)
And that's the last 24 hours.
Request...
Jun. 12th, 2004 05:06 pmDoes someone have
sandman7's phone number? Or even his email would be good.
sandman7 himself? You out there right now? I'd like to know if you're going to Simon's concert tonight. If you are, I'll bring your Sailor Moon Season 1 DVDs with me. :)
:::Update:::
Looked it up myself. Turns out he's in the phone book. ;)
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:::Update:::
Looked it up myself. Turns out he's in the phone book. ;)