May. 25th, 2018 12:49 pm
Listen to the whiskey
If last year's theme for Monshu's birthday can be summed us as "not as bad as I feared", I think this one deserves the name of "surprise success".
This time around I didn't have any plans to fall through because I didn't have any plans. My allergenic distress lasted a full two weeks. It had lessened enough by last Sunday that--much to my relief--I was able to get through four hours of Aristophanesathon without too much strain, but I basically went straight home to bed afterwards. But I was still wary about being up to much this week or this weekend, so I held off even on feeling anyone out.
This led to a predictable scramble yesterday, when I decided I felt good enough that staying home moping was not a viable option. I started out first asking the couple across the street, who I knew had friends in town; they put me off due to uncertainty. So I contacted a reliable buddy for last-minute rendezvous, but he was spoken-for. In desperation, I tried one last pal who I haven't seen in months and when he begged off, I decided I was beat.
Moments after giving the cat his food, however, I spied the couple out walking their dogs, so I decided to run out and say hello. That coincidence reversed the whole evening: They were only taking the dogs out for a quick stroll; everyone else was sitting on their back patio, why not join them? Oh, and we're all going to dinner later, why don't you come along?
So I did. The choice was Uncommon Ground, which was up to its usual nonsense ($18 for an overcooked, oversalted burger with sketchy mesclun) but thanks to the Derryman's generous pours I didn't care. It was beautiful weather for sitting outside, the company was first-rate, and I was so relieved at not being abandoned to my own devices that I literally wrested away the check so that I could play the big man and treat everyone.
I didn't have the day off today (I'll need all the time I can scrounge for next month's PNW odyssey) or I might have been tempted to go out last night. I suspect it will be an especially low-key Mem Day weekend. No out-of-towners have gotten in touch let alone come to stay (![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aadroma was a possibility but sent regrets this morning) and locals are still negotiating the post-Bear-Pride order, so it's hard to say where to be to meet anyone. I might be better off staying at home and winning some battles for the forces of order over the forces of chaos and neglect.
This time around I didn't have any plans to fall through because I didn't have any plans. My allergenic distress lasted a full two weeks. It had lessened enough by last Sunday that--much to my relief--I was able to get through four hours of Aristophanesathon without too much strain, but I basically went straight home to bed afterwards. But I was still wary about being up to much this week or this weekend, so I held off even on feeling anyone out.
This led to a predictable scramble yesterday, when I decided I felt good enough that staying home moping was not a viable option. I started out first asking the couple across the street, who I knew had friends in town; they put me off due to uncertainty. So I contacted a reliable buddy for last-minute rendezvous, but he was spoken-for. In desperation, I tried one last pal who I haven't seen in months and when he begged off, I decided I was beat.
Moments after giving the cat his food, however, I spied the couple out walking their dogs, so I decided to run out and say hello. That coincidence reversed the whole evening: They were only taking the dogs out for a quick stroll; everyone else was sitting on their back patio, why not join them? Oh, and we're all going to dinner later, why don't you come along?
So I did. The choice was Uncommon Ground, which was up to its usual nonsense ($18 for an overcooked, oversalted burger with sketchy mesclun) but thanks to the Derryman's generous pours I didn't care. It was beautiful weather for sitting outside, the company was first-rate, and I was so relieved at not being abandoned to my own devices that I literally wrested away the check so that I could play the big man and treat everyone.
I didn't have the day off today (I'll need all the time I can scrounge for next month's PNW odyssey) or I might have been tempted to go out last night. I suspect it will be an especially low-key Mem Day weekend. No out-of-towners have gotten in touch let alone come to stay (
aadroma was a possibility but sent regrets this morning) and locals are still negotiating the post-Bear-Pride order, so it's hard to say where to be to meet anyone. I might be better off staying at home and winning some battles for the forces of order over the forces of chaos and neglect.Tags: