Sep. 25th, 2006 09:08 am
That was the weekend
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muckefuckAfter all my (literal) bellyaching, y'all could be forgiven for assuming that I spent the weekend curled up clutching my tummy and cursing Thai Avenue through my gritted teeth. But I was right to worry that my pains Friday night were psychosomatic or, at very least, exaggerrated by my anxieties. They kept me from eating very much at Dorado that evening--a shame, given how tasty the food was--but otherwise didn't cramp my style much.
It was a shitty couple of days for doing much anyway. I barely missed being caught in the downpour when it broke Friday evening and managed to take advantage of a window of slack to get to the bus stop. (I never heard the tornado sirens myself, though I did overhear others discussing them.) No such luck on the other end and I get plenty wet on the block-walk to the bookstore where![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snowy_owlet was refreshing her spirits. Our dinner companions welcomerain, and spookyfruit graciously offered to pick us up, but upon going to meet them, not only had the rain stopped but the sky had cleared.
The next morning was overcast again and it looked like it could start again any moment, so I rushed over tomonshu's after my golden siesta. Thus began a day of laying around and watching too much television as the weather alternated between cloudburst and drizzle. We also played about on the computer, taking advantage of some of the incredible genealogical resources of the Web to track down information on monshu's Highland clan and his deceased relatives in Michigan.
Sunday was considerably nicer, so we treated ourselves to the Korean barbecue I was unable to eat on Friday and then walked some of it off with a stroll around Rosehill (only too late, alas, did I realise we could've strolled through Rosehill) to the new TarGay on Peterson.monshu pronounced himself disappointed, but I think he's valuing too little (1) a convenient place to find quality jeans in his size and a decent approximation of the sadly deceased Field Gear line of tees and (2) a genuine Hello Kitty Room Humidifier.
By the time we were ready to leave, the day had attained near perfection. I announced I was heading to the Lake, slipped my phone into my pocket and my book in my hand, and left. There's a place almost exactly due east of his building which has become my favourite because of the strange interactions of waves and sand: The waves rebounding off the retaining wall strike incoming crests at about a 90° angle and this leads to rather unpredictable and extreme washes across the last little corner of beach. I could watch it for hours, but I really wanted to finish Dubliners. The whitecaps were fantastic; what sounded like distant drumming turned out to be only the waves smacking into hollows in the eroded seawall. There was a constant parade of joggers, dogwalkers, Russians, lovebirds, bikers, and so forth behind me while I sat in a pool of fading sunlight.
It was a shitty couple of days for doing much anyway. I barely missed being caught in the downpour when it broke Friday evening and managed to take advantage of a window of slack to get to the bus stop. (I never heard the tornado sirens myself, though I did overhear others discussing them.) No such luck on the other end and I get plenty wet on the block-walk to the bookstore where
snowy_owlet was refreshing her spirits. Our dinner companions welcomerain, and spookyfruit graciously offered to pick us up, but upon going to meet them, not only had the rain stopped but the sky had cleared.The next morning was overcast again and it looked like it could start again any moment, so I rushed over to
monshu's after my golden siesta. Thus began a day of laying around and watching too much television as the weather alternated between cloudburst and drizzle. We also played about on the computer, taking advantage of some of the incredible genealogical resources of the Web to track down information on monshu's Highland clan and his deceased relatives in Michigan.Sunday was considerably nicer, so we treated ourselves to the Korean barbecue I was unable to eat on Friday and then walked some of it off with a stroll around Rosehill (only too late, alas, did I realise we could've strolled through Rosehill) to the new TarGay on Peterson.
monshu pronounced himself disappointed, but I think he's valuing too little (1) a convenient place to find quality jeans in his size and a decent approximation of the sadly deceased Field Gear line of tees and (2) a genuine Hello Kitty Room Humidifier.By the time we were ready to leave, the day had attained near perfection. I announced I was heading to the Lake, slipped my phone into my pocket and my book in my hand, and left. There's a place almost exactly due east of his building which has become my favourite because of the strange interactions of waves and sand: The waves rebounding off the retaining wall strike incoming crests at about a 90° angle and this leads to rather unpredictable and extreme washes across the last little corner of beach. I could watch it for hours, but I really wanted to finish Dubliners. The whitecaps were fantastic; what sounded like distant drumming turned out to be only the waves smacking into hollows in the eroded seawall. There was a constant parade of joggers, dogwalkers, Russians, lovebirds, bikers, and so forth behind me while I sat in a pool of fading sunlight.
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