Things that are awesome:
- Nine Mountain retreat center and their very laid-back approach to weddings.
- The weather this weekend.
- My family, especially my dad, who composed a sonnet for his toast, and my mom, who fed a houseful of happy people this morning.
- Seeing my eighty-something great-aunt dancing to "Rock Lobster"
- The Velveteen Rabbi, for many reasons, only some of which have to do with this last weekend.
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ltlbird,
wavyarms,
cute_fuzzy_evil,
ethicsgradient,
yaoobruni,
bobsquatch,
rissymonster, and many others whom I have undoubtedly forgotten to add (on account of no brain), for helping so much. I mean, house-elves are saying you guys make them look bad.
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sal_sal, for agreeing with me that the Charlie's Angels bridesmaid picture was an excellent idea.
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thomascantor, because yeah. Damn.
Things that are so incredibly awesome they might just implode:
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sigerson and
sen_no_ongaku, the newly married couple.
- Nine Mountain retreat center and their very laid-back approach to weddings.
- The weather this weekend.
- My family, especially my dad, who composed a sonnet for his toast, and my mom, who fed a houseful of happy people this morning.
- Seeing my eighty-something great-aunt dancing to "Rock Lobster"
- The Velveteen Rabbi, for many reasons, only some of which have to do with this last weekend.
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Things that are so incredibly awesome they might just implode:
Events trample brain; brain in recovery.
Oct. 16th, 2006 11:05 amSee that? That's the face of the earth. Here I am, down here, having fallen off it.
It's been a very busy month so far, and I'm only now starting to take a breath. I had three weekends in a row that were packed to the gills with Stuff, I've been trying to get the Awful First Draft of Provisionally Titled Gate Novel complete so I can stop disliking it, and the busy season has started at work. To top it off, I somehow came up in the rotation for my writers' group again, so I had to cobble together the vague short story idea I'd had into something readable. Still don't know whether I've succeeded in that.
( Weekend 1: San Francisco and Tahoe )
( Weekend 2: Wedding (not mine) on the Cape and lots of fire )
( Weekend 3: Viable Paradise reunion )
Next weekend looks blessedly unbooked, which is a very, very good thing, because the weekend after that, we're hosting a dinner party. The apartment's currently a pit, and I'll be doing some serious cleaning and moving-of-furniture (shut up,
wavyarms) over the next few days. I also need to learn how to make a decent mole sauce. Rendering Templars down does not seem like the best option, plus they're hard to find these days. Maybe I can substitute Freemasons; I hear they're recruiting.
It's been a very busy month so far, and I'm only now starting to take a breath. I had three weekends in a row that were packed to the gills with Stuff, I've been trying to get the Awful First Draft of Provisionally Titled Gate Novel complete so I can stop disliking it, and the busy season has started at work. To top it off, I somehow came up in the rotation for my writers' group again, so I had to cobble together the vague short story idea I'd had into something readable. Still don't know whether I've succeeded in that.
( Weekend 1: San Francisco and Tahoe )
( Weekend 2: Wedding (not mine) on the Cape and lots of fire )
( Weekend 3: Viable Paradise reunion )
Next weekend looks blessedly unbooked, which is a very, very good thing, because the weekend after that, we're hosting a dinner party. The apartment's currently a pit, and I'll be doing some serious cleaning and moving-of-furniture (shut up,
Is brilliant! Is conceptual!
Aug. 23rd, 2006 10:19 amI'm sure we can come up with appropriately themed bridesmaid's outfits.
Today
sigerson and I went to several places to try to find a bridesmaid's dress that would look good on me. I had several styles picked out, a good idea of what I wanted, and a very relaxed, fashion-conscious sister.
It was hell.
I intend to cleanse the bridal salons of Newbury Street with fire. Who's with me?
It was hell.
I intend to cleanse the bridal salons of Newbury Street with fire. Who's with me?