Akaky Akakyovich (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} admiralbunny) wrote,@ 2005-05-23 13:16:00 |
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I've been doing lots of stuff lately. Lots of things that don't necessarily need to be itemized and detailed in online or paper journals; but who will believe me when I say I'm doing stuff? I won't even believe myself, a year from now, when I look back on how little I've been chronicling. Maybe it's because most of the stuff has been done by myself or with Eric, I've been little social. Every now and again I'll see friends and family, usually in overwhelming doses that leave me sated for anyone else's company for weeks and weeks. Like Croquet. It was like I was back at St. John's (uncannily, that's exactly where I was, only a couple thousand miles from my St. John's), at a party, and years hadn't passed, and we were drunk and happy all together. This has happened a couple of times over the past two years, mostly for people's weddings, and it's going to happen again in July and August. The nice thing about Croquet is that no one had to put on fancy suits and dresses and parade around and cater to their families; it was just us, for the most part. Then I went to NYC a couple weekends later and hung out for Zach and Erika's going away party, and that was nice too except with that hard-edge of NYC-hanging-out, represented that night by a wasted old British dude who was creepy and starey and following me around. I had to have a friend walk me to the subway. Croquet was so calm, the weather so beautiful, the obligations so non-existent. I grilled burgers for fifty people! I talked and swing-danced with Carl! I revived my old questioning and self-doubt, wondering if anyone really loved me and at the same time feeling so loved. Eric had fun too, and my brother was there, and the only downfall was that Eric wouldn't dance with me. We need to get that boy some dancing lessons before our wedding.
This weekend was low-key, relaxing, wonderful. Just what I needed before I start my marathon family reunion next weekend. On Friday we got into a silly spat over dinner at London and crankily went home. Yes, maybe that wasn't so relaxing but it was still funny. On Saturday we slept in and snuggled hard core. We were trying to find reasons to actually get out of bed and the most convincing one turned out to be food. After breakfast we each took a room - Eric the kitchen, it was my turn for the bathroom - and cleaned the shit out of it (me, literally.) Those rooms are so spotlessly clean now, it is glorious. Now all I have to do is dust the bedroom and living room and straighten up before my mom comes inspecting around on Saturday! Exciting. Then we walked down to the home brewing store and bought ingredients with which to brew a batch of beer! Aha! Eureka! I love beer. It is so crisp and delectable. Of course didn't start brewing until five, which meant the five gallons of water, malt and hops (called the wort, yes that is gross but that's what it's called) took forever to cool down so we could add yeast. Beer! It's like alcoholic, drinkable bread! And who doesn't love bread? Anyway, we had to take everything out of the fridge and leave the wort in there overnight so that it would cool enough to add yeast. Eric fell asleep in front of the Dave Chappelle show marathon and I played Civ III until it was time for bed; of course, the next morning the wort was too chilled so we had to wait again. So we did laundry and walked to the TLA to get a video. As we were getting ready to throw the yeast in, an old boyfriend from high school called me! HA. He is a nice boy, but I'm suspicious he was making a booty call of utmost desperation, since he was telling me he'd moved back to his parents house (he used to live with a girl) and I haven't talked to him in years. He said he was flipping through numbers. Ha, I say. I don't know if I should call him back, because he's a really nice guy who I wouldn't mind hanging out with but I'm engaged and if he's looking for a woman, well, you know. I'm not interested.
Sunday night was probably my favorite part of the whole weekend. We started watching "City of God," which is pretty phenomenal but also extremely violent, but had had enough of all the kids shooting each other after an hour and a half, and we decided to take a break and go for a walk. The walk turned into an 18-mile hike, of course, where we went through Fairmount and over the bridge to Lemon Hill, across Kelly Drive to the Azalea garden where we watched a group of Asian kids playing whole-hearted but unskilled ultimate frisbee; over to the Water Works next to the Art Museum, where we watched the sun go down; up the Art Museum hill and down the famous steps out front; then back home. We had dinner and I played Civ III (which I'm totally dominating) and watched "Clash of the Titans", one of the best movies of all time, before Eric called me in to bed time. Yum.
Thankfully work is slow today. I had a kind of ditsy new wholesaler girl sit with me this morning for a couple of phone calls; now she's being hit on by my goofy boss. He had to go into his office with her and close the door, of course; now just giggles and her voice raised in merriment filter out every once in awhile as they confer. I had a strange call earlier where a disgruntled man asked me, "If you had wanted to buy a loaf of bread, and you opened the bag and saw a couple of apples, you wouldn't be happy, would you??" and when I said, "....nooo," he hung up.
This weekend was low-key, relaxing, wonderful. Just what I needed before I start my marathon family reunion next weekend. On Friday we got into a silly spat over dinner at London and crankily went home. Yes, maybe that wasn't so relaxing but it was still funny. On Saturday we slept in and snuggled hard core. We were trying to find reasons to actually get out of bed and the most convincing one turned out to be food. After breakfast we each took a room - Eric the kitchen, it was my turn for the bathroom - and cleaned the shit out of it (me, literally.) Those rooms are so spotlessly clean now, it is glorious. Now all I have to do is dust the bedroom and living room and straighten up before my mom comes inspecting around on Saturday! Exciting. Then we walked down to the home brewing store and bought ingredients with which to brew a batch of beer! Aha! Eureka! I love beer. It is so crisp and delectable. Of course didn't start brewing until five, which meant the five gallons of water, malt and hops (called the wort, yes that is gross but that's what it's called) took forever to cool down so we could add yeast. Beer! It's like alcoholic, drinkable bread! And who doesn't love bread? Anyway, we had to take everything out of the fridge and leave the wort in there overnight so that it would cool enough to add yeast. Eric fell asleep in front of the Dave Chappelle show marathon and I played Civ III until it was time for bed; of course, the next morning the wort was too chilled so we had to wait again. So we did laundry and walked to the TLA to get a video. As we were getting ready to throw the yeast in, an old boyfriend from high school called me! HA. He is a nice boy, but I'm suspicious he was making a booty call of utmost desperation, since he was telling me he'd moved back to his parents house (he used to live with a girl) and I haven't talked to him in years. He said he was flipping through numbers. Ha, I say. I don't know if I should call him back, because he's a really nice guy who I wouldn't mind hanging out with but I'm engaged and if he's looking for a woman, well, you know. I'm not interested.
Sunday night was probably my favorite part of the whole weekend. We started watching "City of God," which is pretty phenomenal but also extremely violent, but had had enough of all the kids shooting each other after an hour and a half, and we decided to take a break and go for a walk. The walk turned into an 18-mile hike, of course, where we went through Fairmount and over the bridge to Lemon Hill, across Kelly Drive to the Azalea garden where we watched a group of Asian kids playing whole-hearted but unskilled ultimate frisbee; over to the Water Works next to the Art Museum, where we watched the sun go down; up the Art Museum hill and down the famous steps out front; then back home. We had dinner and I played Civ III (which I'm totally dominating) and watched "Clash of the Titans", one of the best movies of all time, before Eric called me in to bed time. Yum.
Thankfully work is slow today. I had a kind of ditsy new wholesaler girl sit with me this morning for a couple of phone calls; now she's being hit on by my goofy boss. He had to go into his office with her and close the door, of course; now just giggles and her voice raised in merriment filter out every once in awhile as they confer. I had a strange call earlier where a disgruntled man asked me, "If you had wanted to buy a loaf of bread, and you opened the bag and saw a couple of apples, you wouldn't be happy, would you??" and when I said, "....nooo," he hung up.
