I went and explored Victorian Christmas. I listened to someone playing an antique piano, and I wandered a craft fair (which was all junk), and I talked to some Civil War reenactors who seemed to be reenacting a time when the soldiers camped out and cooked over an open fire, and I said hi to the Ghost of Christmas Present (I think -- whichever one is the one with the green cape with the fur) and someone who I think was Mrs. Fezziwig, but might have been Mrs. Cratchet.
Olaf the Troll ,'Showtime'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
and a pub crawl to attend!!
THIS IS RELEVANT TO MY INTERESTS.
Nora, it's a goodbye party for the Americorps who are leaving, in MidCity. I'd love for you to come, but be aware that it'll be mainly mid-twenties v. high-energy kids. It starts in just over an hour...
There's also the naughty Santa pub crawl, but I don't know the details on that.
If Comcast doesn't fix this DVR in the next, oh hour or so, I'm gonna be doing a pub crawl in my house. Five and a half hours, four CSRs, and it still isn't working right. One CSR hung up on me! Ridic.
I might sometime. I'm pretty wigged out.
There was no leaf-blowing on my part. Actually, I did very little, as I remembered yet again that there isn't much I *can* do because Tim's dad is so very particular about how exactly he wants things. Which he's entitled to, but it makes it hard to help him, especially when I would rather aim a tinsel cannon at the tree and be done.
It's very frustrating, because it feels like wasted effort on my part. I know that he'll re-do probably 50% (or more) of what I did. But there's no real way for me to NOT help without coming off as a dick.
No hot Nicholas, either.
I have steroid munchies so bad that I stopped at KFC on the way home for a 2-piece (with mashed taters), which I inhaled in about 3 nanoseconds. I feel guilty in a mostly vegetarian house when I bring home cooked animal, because the cats go bonkers over That Amazing Smell Coming From The Paper Bag.
They got NO chicken. Fuck that. I'm starving.
~ma for Matt.
I hope everyone else's day has been good, because mine has sucked enough for all of us.
~ma for Matt and family
~hot Nicholas for Zenkitty, Teppy, and all!
mmm, hot Nicholas!
~ma for Matt and his family