Oct. 26th, 2015 12:29 pm
Into Sunday
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muckefuckDespite the impression I'd gotten from the invite, the event Saturday evening was not a costume party. It was a birthday/housewarming party with a horror-movie theme, not a birthday/housewarming/Halloween party. But given the season, everyone just assumed I'd either come from or was going to a party which was fancy dress, so it was all good. MOE was pretty lit by the time I arrived, which was cute but made for boring interaction, so I spent most of my time there talking to a couple guys I sorta knew through Great Lakes Bears (especially one who'd just moved back to town after a long absence) and, eventually, BDA.
He knew of another birthday get-together a couple blocks away and convinced me to run over there with him. This was more my scene: all Bears around my age or older, with some ethnic diversity and a Deaf contingent. I ran into the Storms, who I haven't seen in forever, and they promised to have me over again sometime. I also met two younger Bears who independently seemed convinced they'd met me before on the basis of my big ol' beard. Whatever. Unfortunately, because the median age was so high, the party began breaking up not long after we arrived. Firepaw, who lives in the building, made a rare appearance and I lingered to spend some time with him, but one of the hosts was determinedly clearing up and relations between the remaining guests were beginning to turn Dramatic, so I made my escape.
The next morning was my one opportunity in the weekend to see Blondie, staying over for a couple of days between a job in Milwaukee and one in Kankakee. Nuphy was trying to get us to Chinatown for dim sum and I was trying to negotiate someplace more convenient, i.e. closer to Blondie's Streeterville hotel. We eventually settled on a casual joint on Walton, but not without a lot of ridiculous back-and-forth. I also ended up waking up the poor thing since the silly old geezer never told me he was trying to sleep in. "For me, 'sleeping in' means like 8 o'clock!" Good for you, Nuphys, good for you.
It was a good meal and afterwards Nuphy dragged us into the Boul Mich maelstrom. First Macy's for some shampoo that comes in solid form, then to the Apple Store where he was considering watches. I could see that Blondie was running down, however, and I was keenly aware of how much daylight we were burning on one of the finest days of fall, so I manoeuvred us back to the Hancock where we went our separate ways--Blondie back to the hotel for a nap, Nuphy home, and me to the express bus stop.
It was nearly four by the time I got home, which left me with just enough daylight for some of the transplanting I need to finish up. The ornamental grass is now almost entirely relocated from the front walk to the sunny end of the hellstrip. I've sunk all the tulips from out back into the beds where it was, but I'm worried some of these bulbs are too damaged to survive. Oh well; it'll all work out fine next spring when we get some flats of marigolds or whatever to plant there.
I also got the last epimedium in the ground and two more pulmonaria. As I was fighting the gloom to sink the last of these, An Baoghallach came by with his partner in crime and bent my ear so long that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu eventually wandered out to join us. He's got at least two more events to add to my social calendar for this coming month. Add that to our other vague commitments--Pilsen for DdM, Ethiopian Diamond with Mozhu, dinner with Turtle and Turtlewife, etc.--and it's starting to look like a full month indeed.
He knew of another birthday get-together a couple blocks away and convinced me to run over there with him. This was more my scene: all Bears around my age or older, with some ethnic diversity and a Deaf contingent. I ran into the Storms, who I haven't seen in forever, and they promised to have me over again sometime. I also met two younger Bears who independently seemed convinced they'd met me before on the basis of my big ol' beard. Whatever. Unfortunately, because the median age was so high, the party began breaking up not long after we arrived. Firepaw, who lives in the building, made a rare appearance and I lingered to spend some time with him, but one of the hosts was determinedly clearing up and relations between the remaining guests were beginning to turn Dramatic, so I made my escape.
The next morning was my one opportunity in the weekend to see Blondie, staying over for a couple of days between a job in Milwaukee and one in Kankakee. Nuphy was trying to get us to Chinatown for dim sum and I was trying to negotiate someplace more convenient, i.e. closer to Blondie's Streeterville hotel. We eventually settled on a casual joint on Walton, but not without a lot of ridiculous back-and-forth. I also ended up waking up the poor thing since the silly old geezer never told me he was trying to sleep in. "For me, 'sleeping in' means like 8 o'clock!" Good for you, Nuphys, good for you.
It was a good meal and afterwards Nuphy dragged us into the Boul Mich maelstrom. First Macy's for some shampoo that comes in solid form, then to the Apple Store where he was considering watches. I could see that Blondie was running down, however, and I was keenly aware of how much daylight we were burning on one of the finest days of fall, so I manoeuvred us back to the Hancock where we went our separate ways--Blondie back to the hotel for a nap, Nuphy home, and me to the express bus stop.
It was nearly four by the time I got home, which left me with just enough daylight for some of the transplanting I need to finish up. The ornamental grass is now almost entirely relocated from the front walk to the sunny end of the hellstrip. I've sunk all the tulips from out back into the beds where it was, but I'm worried some of these bulbs are too damaged to survive. Oh well; it'll all work out fine next spring when we get some flats of marigolds or whatever to plant there.
I also got the last epimedium in the ground and two more pulmonaria. As I was fighting the gloom to sink the last of these, An Baoghallach came by with his partner in crime and bent my ear so long that
monshu eventually wandered out to join us. He's got at least two more events to add to my social calendar for this coming month. Add that to our other vague commitments--Pilsen for DdM, Ethiopian Diamond with Mozhu, dinner with Turtle and Turtlewife, etc.--and it's starting to look like a full month indeed.