Dec. 27th, 2014 11:57 pm
No-stress Christmas Day Eight: Slugabed
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muckefuckEight days of No-stress Christmas? Why not? After all, the feasting and celebrating hasn't come to an end yet. Though it was far from clear I'd get any feasting in today. As usual after a late arrival, I was too wound up to sleep even after our guests left. I forced myself to sleep in an extra hour, but then I decided to make some oatmeal and generally return to routine. But by 11 a.m. I could hardly keep my eyes open and, shortly before noon, crept into bed despite the imminent arrival of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
innerdoggie and tyrannio.
As a surprise treat, when they did arrive, they hadprinceofcairo and mollpeartree in tow. They'd all attempted a visit to the odd Eritrean place on Devon. They hadn't mentioned this to us in advance, so we were unable to warn them that it had (recently?) closed. Fortunately, a newish place, Awash, is just around the corner, so the day was saved. I was in and out of the room making tea, so I didn't hear how good it was overall. It was a really pleasant visit, but it just about did monshu in and he retired immediately afterwards.
Our somewhat on-again off-again bear couple friends in Rogers Park had invited me to an open house/game day at their new place on Morse and--though I warned them it would all depend on what the Old Man needed--I really intended to go.monshu still doesn't have much appetite and is content with half a hotdog for dinner, so the only cooking I did was for myself, in order that the filet mignon he bought for Christmas Day doesn't go to waste.
But even though he didn't need me, I struggled to get myself going. I found myself planted in front of the computer for hours listening to Swedish indie pop. Every twenty minutes or so, I would apprehensively note how late it was getting, resolve to clean up and head out, and then do nothing for another twenty minutes. Finally, with barely two hours on the invitation left to go, I hurled myself into the shower, tied a ribbon around a newly-gifted container of tea neither of us wants, and threw on some clothes. By a stroke of luck, I caught the northbound bus and was there in under 10 minutes.
Their place is so unassuming (and poorly-signed) I walked past it twice. Inside, it is phenomenal. Most everyone was in wood-panelled finished attic--the "Bear Eyrie"--at one of two tables. I found JB explaining the rules of Seven Wonders to a crowd of strangers and plopped myself down behind him on the couch. One wonder (the Lighthouse of Alexandria) was unclaimed and, despite having to pick up the rules in the course of play, I through myself into the game and ended up respectably in the middle rank.
At one point, someone called attention to the four large eyelets screwed into the two rafters above the seating pit. JB related a conversation he'd had with his spouse before the party:
Afterwards, I was introduced to a simple fast card game called "Pairs" which I think I need to buy for my nephews. This brought us to the official end of the night and, though I urged them to tell us all to go home, our hosts dismissed the notion. JB even broke out a game called Slash which is essentially Cards Against Humanity fornicates with fanfic. His enthusiasm noticeably dimmed before the end, and an hour later he was kicking us all out of his house.
I ended up walking back to the Morse El station with the only other guest I could tell for certain was homo. He's also invianegativa's upcoming game, so we chatted about our characters along the way. It gave me some hints on how to distribute points, but I spent most of the stroll back elaborating her political philosophy. I doubt it will come up in play (and it shouldn't, since it behooves her to be secretive about it) but I wanted to give her anarchism some intelligent underpinning so it's not just a cheap punchline.
innerdoggie and tyrannio.As a surprise treat, when they did arrive, they had
princeofcairo and mollpeartree in tow. They'd all attempted a visit to the odd Eritrean place on Devon. They hadn't mentioned this to us in advance, so we were unable to warn them that it had (recently?) closed. Fortunately, a newish place, Awash, is just around the corner, so the day was saved. I was in and out of the room making tea, so I didn't hear how good it was overall. It was a really pleasant visit, but it just about did monshu in and he retired immediately afterwards.Our somewhat on-again off-again bear couple friends in Rogers Park had invited me to an open house/game day at their new place on Morse and--though I warned them it would all depend on what the Old Man needed--I really intended to go.
monshu still doesn't have much appetite and is content with half a hotdog for dinner, so the only cooking I did was for myself, in order that the filet mignon he bought for Christmas Day doesn't go to waste.But even though he didn't need me, I struggled to get myself going. I found myself planted in front of the computer for hours listening to Swedish indie pop. Every twenty minutes or so, I would apprehensively note how late it was getting, resolve to clean up and head out, and then do nothing for another twenty minutes. Finally, with barely two hours on the invitation left to go, I hurled myself into the shower, tied a ribbon around a newly-gifted container of tea neither of us wants, and threw on some clothes. By a stroke of luck, I caught the northbound bus and was there in under 10 minutes.
Their place is so unassuming (and poorly-signed) I walked past it twice. Inside, it is phenomenal. Most everyone was in wood-panelled finished attic--the "Bear Eyrie"--at one of two tables. I found JB explaining the rules of Seven Wonders to a crowd of strangers and plopped myself down behind him on the couch. One wonder (the Lighthouse of Alexandria) was unclaimed and, despite having to pick up the rules in the course of play, I through myself into the game and ended up respectably in the middle rank.
At one point, someone called attention to the four large eyelets screwed into the two rafters above the seating pit. JB related a conversation he'd had with his spouse before the party:
ND: We should hang something from there.So not for this gathering, but one hopes maybe for the future.
JB: You mean like a sling?
ND: I was thinking something Christmassy.
JB: You mean like a Christmas sling?
Afterwards, I was introduced to a simple fast card game called "Pairs" which I think I need to buy for my nephews. This brought us to the official end of the night and, though I urged them to tell us all to go home, our hosts dismissed the notion. JB even broke out a game called Slash which is essentially Cards Against Humanity fornicates with fanfic. His enthusiasm noticeably dimmed before the end, and an hour later he was kicking us all out of his house.
I ended up walking back to the Morse El station with the only other guest I could tell for certain was homo. He's also in
vianegativa's upcoming game, so we chatted about our characters along the way. It gave me some hints on how to distribute points, but I spent most of the stroll back elaborating her political philosophy. I doubt it will come up in play (and it shouldn't, since it behooves her to be secretive about it) but I wanted to give her anarchism some intelligent underpinning so it's not just a cheap punchline.