Weekend summary
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torquillFriday: canned peaches. 13 pints of peachy keenness.
Saturday: Finally got myself together and went to the Bash. Chatted with people, threw meat on the grill (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
johno grilled the tri-tip to perfection), ate, and was in the middle of changing when eyeofcanaan showed up. We pried ourselves away from the party, and arrived at Gaskells early enough for most of the first set. After two sets, I called up knaveofhearts and discovered that he wouldn't be coming after all because of a trouser deficiency. Ah, well. I danced with many people, many of them pleasing and two of them positively chewable, skipped most of the last set because my feet hurt (a consequence of all the standing when I was canning Friday), and took eyeofcanaan back to the Bash to meet knaveofhearts, finally. That went well, then she left and I hung around watching him play Zendo until I staggered home at 4 something.
Sunday: Dragged myself out of bed after about six hours of sleep, pulled myself together and got down to the party in time to fix my lasagna. Talked with people, ate good food, did some hot tubbing with entirely too many bodies in a four-person tub, then said farewells and left.knaveofhearts had said he was willing to host me for the night, since I needed to be in San Jose during daylight hours Monday, and staying in Fremont would eliminate the trek back to Concord and then down to the foot of the bay. So I grabbed some bottled water at a 7-11, called my weasel to let him know I wouldn't be home, and crashed at Jack's place. The hospitality more than made up for his inability to meet me at Gaskells.
Monday: Gave up on sleeping after the alarm went off (god damn, Jack, how could you ever oversleep with that?). Determined that the cat had not murdered me in the night. Threw my clothes and a few from the floor for good measure into the washing machine, and afterknaveofhearts had left for work, I ran a load of laundry and showered while it was in the dryer. I did email and lily while eating some leftover lasagna, then headed out to San Jose. I did get to joedecker's place, despite some minor wrong turns, and we had a very relaxing afternoon of chatting and geeking. When he had to toss me out, I drove to Yahoo! campus, then sat in the car and knitted until emmett_the_sane got off work. We did a whirlwind dinner and then it was off to ride along as I made something like eleventy-hundred wrong turns and missed exits on the way to the Tech Museum... Despite this, we got to the Museum four minutes after the scheduled start time of the IMAX version of Willy Wonka. The doors were locked, and when we asked, they said they had already closed the register. Our reactions apparently netted sympathy, as the two people there let us in and told us to enjoy the show, compliments of the house. We sat too far down in the seating, but it was okay. Then I took emmett_the_sane home to San Jose via all sorts of interesting unintentional detours, and autopiloted home.
As for the movie: You have no idea how surreal that (already odd) movie gets when you're attempting to lie down in a standard theater seat, just so that you can see the top of the screen on the ceiling directly above your head. Willy Wonka's face was, at times, larger than my area of direct vision, slopping over into the land of peripheral vision. And the TV sequence: So. Very. Wrong. I almost gagged, I was laughing so hard at that. The movie was good; now I need to see it again where I don't have to shift to see either side of the screen.
Our necks survived the experience, fortunately. I'm now going to spend the rest of the week processing what went on in the last three days. Lots of good company, people who are kind and make me feel happy. Headspace has shifted again, for the better, and I need to assess that. All in all, things went well.
Saturday: Finally got myself together and went to the Bash. Chatted with people, threw meat on the grill (
johno grilled the tri-tip to perfection), ate, and was in the middle of changing when eyeofcanaan showed up. We pried ourselves away from the party, and arrived at Gaskells early enough for most of the first set. After two sets, I called up knaveofhearts and discovered that he wouldn't be coming after all because of a trouser deficiency. Ah, well. I danced with many people, many of them pleasing and two of them positively chewable, skipped most of the last set because my feet hurt (a consequence of all the standing when I was canning Friday), and took eyeofcanaan back to the Bash to meet knaveofhearts, finally. That went well, then she left and I hung around watching him play Zendo until I staggered home at 4 something.Sunday: Dragged myself out of bed after about six hours of sleep, pulled myself together and got down to the party in time to fix my lasagna. Talked with people, ate good food, did some hot tubbing with entirely too many bodies in a four-person tub, then said farewells and left.
knaveofhearts had said he was willing to host me for the night, since I needed to be in San Jose during daylight hours Monday, and staying in Fremont would eliminate the trek back to Concord and then down to the foot of the bay. So I grabbed some bottled water at a 7-11, called my weasel to let him know I wouldn't be home, and crashed at Jack's place. The hospitality more than made up for his inability to meet me at Gaskells.Monday: Gave up on sleeping after the alarm went off (god damn, Jack, how could you ever oversleep with that?). Determined that the cat had not murdered me in the night. Threw my clothes and a few from the floor for good measure into the washing machine, and after
knaveofhearts had left for work, I ran a load of laundry and showered while it was in the dryer. I did email and lily while eating some leftover lasagna, then headed out to San Jose. I did get to joedecker's place, despite some minor wrong turns, and we had a very relaxing afternoon of chatting and geeking. When he had to toss me out, I drove to Yahoo! campus, then sat in the car and knitted until emmett_the_sane got off work. We did a whirlwind dinner and then it was off to ride along as I made something like eleventy-hundred wrong turns and missed exits on the way to the Tech Museum... Despite this, we got to the Museum four minutes after the scheduled start time of the IMAX version of Willy Wonka. The doors were locked, and when we asked, they said they had already closed the register. Our reactions apparently netted sympathy, as the two people there let us in and told us to enjoy the show, compliments of the house. We sat too far down in the seating, but it was okay. Then I took emmett_the_sane home to San Jose via all sorts of interesting unintentional detours, and autopiloted home.As for the movie: You have no idea how surreal that (already odd) movie gets when you're attempting to lie down in a standard theater seat, just so that you can see the top of the screen on the ceiling directly above your head. Willy Wonka's face was, at times, larger than my area of direct vision, slopping over into the land of peripheral vision. And the TV sequence: So. Very. Wrong. I almost gagged, I was laughing so hard at that. The movie was good; now I need to see it again where I don't have to shift to see either side of the screen.
Our necks survived the experience, fortunately. I'm now going to spend the rest of the week processing what went on in the last three days. Lots of good company, people who are kind and make me feel happy. Headspace has shifted again, for the better, and I need to assess that. All in all, things went well.
