Good morning, Ash Wednesday
Feb. 25th, 2004 02:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gement[This entry is backdated to when I was thinking it.]
The Trip
So, I made it to Seattle. It turns out that my library supervisor (Mary) and I get along very well and have similar car etiquette, which is excellent. We had a lot to talk about, which is slightly incredible in that she says fantasy "leaves [her] cold." She just has no interest.
This means much of my extended vocabulary, which consists of phrases like Picard and that guy at Tenagra or Frodo and Sam on the mountain, has no meaning between us, and I'm forced to resort to standard English. Apparently I still have that ability, which is a good thing. Sometimes I worry about my adaptability among non-geeks, but it's apparently still going strong.
My shopping karma was full-on before I even unpacked my bags, finding a copy of Future Shock for my mother, which she's been telling me about for years. Mary also took me to a great yarn shop where I obtained material for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
capnexposition's Slytherin scarf.
The Vacation
I've just spent a lovely 48 hours withcinnamonteal. She fed me sumptuously as always, showered me with lovely sundries, accepted my sundries with appropriate ooh and ahh noises, and took me to Mardi Gras at the Mercury, where she belly danced at me most attractively. Damn, that woman can move.
Monday night we got each other drunk, or at least heavily tipsy. It's my first time drunk. It went very well. We watched Pirates of the Caribbean, drank rum-and-cokes, and giggled a lot... well. I giggled a lot, anyway. We watched Orgazmo as we drifted toward sober. Then we each drank a quart of water and went to sleep.
sistawendy came over that evening with a divine underbust corset for me, and the two years of fittings-by-mail seem to have paid off. It fits like a glove, and it's beautiful. The official trying-on, however, was hysterical, because it was Monday night, so giggling, pantsless (for the fitting), newly drunk ferret girl getting cinched into her first corset. I'm sure there's porn in there somewhere.
There was one poignantly confusing moment in the evening, which I won't go into here (neener), but need to think about more. I understand better now about how alcohol can artificially zoom in on existing emotions and make things... poignant and confusing.
So now those two have visual proof of me drunk, and I am one of two people (you know who you are, Reverend) who has seen cinnamonteal drunk. So we're even.
In conclusion, being drunk is interesting and pleasant, and with enough water in my system I suffer no ill effects. On the other hand, I can achieve many of the same positive effects by soaking energy from a large crowd at a party, so while I may do it again some time, I have no immediate plans to do so.
I spent most of Tuesday watching 5th Season Buffy. Between then and today, I watched over half the season. Just a smidge of overload. But I like my Buffy straight to the vein, if you'll pardon the pun. Concentrated continuous plot, that's the euphoric element. The major side effect is that I expect the world to contain unrealistically large quantities of clever wordplay, and then I'm disappointed. Oh, that and I see demons on the dance floor of the Merc.
Tuesday afternoon we went to Capitol Hill to catch Venus's closing sale. That store RULED. I hope the proprietor can afford to open again soon; big women need good clothes.
We ran intocapnexposition on the bus home, which was, as always, entertaining. The Man in the Hat has a penchant for upping the shock value of his conversation if he has a fresh audience, hoping to catch them off guard. cinnamonteal is not so easily caught, but Hatman tries. We walked around Whole Foods together, where I went into sensory overload from all the shiny food. Then everybody went home and I napped for an hour.
My nap made us late for the Mercury, so we caught a cab. It's the first time I've paid (well, cin's paid) to ride in a cab for a non-emergency reason, the last time being when the family car broke down in rural Oregon. New things every day.
The aforementioned demon on the dance floor at the Merc was a man in a butterfly mask. It gave his face a glossy raised texture, and his profile an interesting big-pointy-ears shape. I kept catching him out of the corner of my eye and thinking that someone in full Buffy demon make-up was dancing. The true sign of Buffy overdose: This seemed perfectly normal.
Most amusing event at the Mercury: I recognized someone and said hello, then realized (far, far too late) that I was recognizing one of my top OKCupid matches that I'd never met. But hey, we do in fact get along well, so the system seems to work. Cool, huh?
Today, after watching a bit more Buffy (ahem), we hauled all my bags down to the convention center, where I learned that Mary did not bring her car. Fortunately,plantae is a very kind plant and was available with her vehicle to grab my stuff curbside and take it back to the apartment. Biomass will be the base of operations for the remainder of my stay.
Giant library conference, here I come.
The Trip
So, I made it to Seattle. It turns out that my library supervisor (Mary) and I get along very well and have similar car etiquette, which is excellent. We had a lot to talk about, which is slightly incredible in that she says fantasy "leaves [her] cold." She just has no interest.
This means much of my extended vocabulary, which consists of phrases like Picard and that guy at Tenagra or Frodo and Sam on the mountain, has no meaning between us, and I'm forced to resort to standard English. Apparently I still have that ability, which is a good thing. Sometimes I worry about my adaptability among non-geeks, but it's apparently still going strong.
My shopping karma was full-on before I even unpacked my bags, finding a copy of Future Shock for my mother, which she's been telling me about for years. Mary also took me to a great yarn shop where I obtained material for
capnexposition's Slytherin scarf.The Vacation
I've just spent a lovely 48 hours with
cinnamonteal. She fed me sumptuously as always, showered me with lovely sundries, accepted my sundries with appropriate ooh and ahh noises, and took me to Mardi Gras at the Mercury, where she belly danced at me most attractively. Damn, that woman can move.Monday night we got each other drunk, or at least heavily tipsy. It's my first time drunk. It went very well. We watched Pirates of the Caribbean, drank rum-and-cokes, and giggled a lot... well. I giggled a lot, anyway. We watched Orgazmo as we drifted toward sober. Then we each drank a quart of water and went to sleep.
sistawendy came over that evening with a divine underbust corset for me, and the two years of fittings-by-mail seem to have paid off. It fits like a glove, and it's beautiful. The official trying-on, however, was hysterical, because it was Monday night, so giggling, pantsless (for the fitting), newly drunk ferret girl getting cinched into her first corset. I'm sure there's porn in there somewhere.There was one poignantly confusing moment in the evening, which I won't go into here (neener), but need to think about more. I understand better now about how alcohol can artificially zoom in on existing emotions and make things... poignant and confusing.
So now those two have visual proof of me drunk, and I am one of two people (you know who you are, Reverend) who has seen cinnamonteal drunk. So we're even.
In conclusion, being drunk is interesting and pleasant, and with enough water in my system I suffer no ill effects. On the other hand, I can achieve many of the same positive effects by soaking energy from a large crowd at a party, so while I may do it again some time, I have no immediate plans to do so.
I spent most of Tuesday watching 5th Season Buffy. Between then and today, I watched over half the season. Just a smidge of overload. But I like my Buffy straight to the vein, if you'll pardon the pun. Concentrated continuous plot, that's the euphoric element. The major side effect is that I expect the world to contain unrealistically large quantities of clever wordplay, and then I'm disappointed. Oh, that and I see demons on the dance floor of the Merc.
Tuesday afternoon we went to Capitol Hill to catch Venus's closing sale. That store RULED. I hope the proprietor can afford to open again soon; big women need good clothes.
We ran into
capnexposition on the bus home, which was, as always, entertaining. The Man in the Hat has a penchant for upping the shock value of his conversation if he has a fresh audience, hoping to catch them off guard. cinnamonteal is not so easily caught, but Hatman tries. We walked around Whole Foods together, where I went into sensory overload from all the shiny food. Then everybody went home and I napped for an hour.My nap made us late for the Mercury, so we caught a cab. It's the first time I've paid (well, cin's paid) to ride in a cab for a non-emergency reason, the last time being when the family car broke down in rural Oregon. New things every day.
The aforementioned demon on the dance floor at the Merc was a man in a butterfly mask. It gave his face a glossy raised texture, and his profile an interesting big-pointy-ears shape. I kept catching him out of the corner of my eye and thinking that someone in full Buffy demon make-up was dancing. The true sign of Buffy overdose: This seemed perfectly normal.
Most amusing event at the Mercury: I recognized someone and said hello, then realized (far, far too late) that I was recognizing one of my top OKCupid matches that I'd never met. But hey, we do in fact get along well, so the system seems to work. Cool, huh?
Today, after watching a bit more Buffy (ahem), we hauled all my bags down to the convention center, where I learned that Mary did not bring her car. Fortunately,
plantae is a very kind plant and was available with her vehicle to grab my stuff curbside and take it back to the apartment. Biomass will be the base of operations for the remainder of my stay.Giant library conference, here I come.
