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mangosteen's honor, being grey, threatening, and ungodly sticky. And as is usual in such cases, the ill promise delivered, starting with a roar of thunderstorms and then devolving into steady rain. However, we do not let petty concerns like this stop our plans. I changed into my swimsuit and ran the grill in the rain, while the guests either hung out inside or on the covered section of the porch. This worked surprisingly well. After while, the rain stopped anyways, so it became more typically deck-party-ish.
Come sunset, festivities moved indoors again, whereat it was discovered thatmangosteen had never seen Big Trouble in Little China. You know what came next. Oh yes, you do. Some $LARGENUM of rum and cokes later, I was sloshed as a very sloshed thing, and specifics get a little fuzzy. I'm fairly sure it involved inside voice not staying inside. ^_^;;; Mortal Kombat was then watched...I think...and those who were leaving, left. mangosteen and Adam and I sat up and talked for a good while, and we finally retired somewhere in the 3am range.
I roused again at 8:30 or thereabouts (with what Beth's family euphemistically labels "a touch of indigestion"...the light, it burns us, my precious!) to run8782 down to his soon-to-be-ex-apartment to pick up some things what had got forgot, then returned and kicked awake everyone who was going to dim sum. We arrived at 98 Mott just a few minutes late, having walked up from WTC as it was such a spectacularly beautiful day. The resulting group was a party of 10, which if I'd known in advance that was what we were going to be I'd've tried to make reservations, but I didn't. Le sigh. So there was much with the standing around as my blood sugar dropped steadily (anyone who thought I was being short with them, it was that, not anything personal--when my blood sugar is down, it is best that I just don't open my pie hole). Finally we got seated after some 40 minutes, and the chowing down commenced. It was good, plentiful, and cheap, as usual--but no freakin' roast pork buns! I SAW them on the other side of the room at one point, but none for us. Same thing happened last time, too. I think they're hoarding them away from the filthy gwei lo or something. (mir_nyc will have to tell me if I used that term correctly...)
I dashed out of dim sum at half past 1, my goal being to meet Brian at Journal Square by 2, which was st00pid on my part. Though I was only 15 minutes late, and he was as well, so it was okay. He picked me up in his rental car and we headed down to Six FlagsWait-in-Line Hurricane Harbor, which is their water park. On the good side, we got there just after four, which meant it was half-price entry. On the down side, this seemed to be their excuse to close several slides and run others at low staffing, which meant that even though it wasn't particularly crowded there was a fair bit of standing on line. This improved, naturally, as it got later (and colder). A good time was had, and we stayed until the place closed down at 8.
At this point we made a tactical error. Brian proposed stopping for a bite, which I was fully in favor of, so we pulled over at a little strip of podunk eateries just before the highway. We selected the "bar & grill", which was not bad at all, and had a reasonable dinner. This took about an hour...during which all the traffic started pouring out of Great Adventure, too. Ooops. It took us some 20 minutes to go 200 feet. Things were clear on I-195, but once we turned onto the Parkway--DOOM. We finally got home at about quarter to midnight, whereat I was so tired I couldn't even see straight. I half-snoozed for much of the return journey, but the Ford Focus has the least comfortable headrest known to science, so it didn't do me much good (and my neck still hurts today).
Today: still exhausted, sore neck & shoulders, cramps, and somehow the half a damn funnel cake I had turned into four times its size in extra weight. I think I can consider this weekend duly seized.
mangosteen's honor, being grey, threatening, and ungodly sticky. And as is usual in such cases, the ill promise delivered, starting with a roar of thunderstorms and then devolving into steady rain. However, we do not let petty concerns like this stop our plans. I changed into my swimsuit and ran the grill in the rain, while the guests either hung out inside or on the covered section of the porch. This worked surprisingly well. After while, the rain stopped anyways, so it became more typically deck-party-ish.Come sunset, festivities moved indoors again, whereat it was discovered that
mangosteen had never seen Big Trouble in Little China. You know what came next. Oh yes, you do. Some $LARGENUM of rum and cokes later, I was sloshed as a very sloshed thing, and specifics get a little fuzzy. I'm fairly sure it involved inside voice not staying inside. ^_^;;; Mortal Kombat was then watched...I think...and those who were leaving, left. mangosteen and Adam and I sat up and talked for a good while, and we finally retired somewhere in the 3am range.I roused again at 8:30 or thereabouts (with what Beth's family euphemistically labels "a touch of indigestion"...the light, it burns us, my precious!) to run
8782 down to his soon-to-be-ex-apartment to pick up some things what had got forgot, then returned and kicked awake everyone who was going to dim sum. We arrived at 98 Mott just a few minutes late, having walked up from WTC as it was such a spectacularly beautiful day. The resulting group was a party of 10, which if I'd known in advance that was what we were going to be I'd've tried to make reservations, but I didn't. Le sigh. So there was much with the standing around as my blood sugar dropped steadily (anyone who thought I was being short with them, it was that, not anything personal--when my blood sugar is down, it is best that I just don't open my pie hole). Finally we got seated after some 40 minutes, and the chowing down commenced. It was good, plentiful, and cheap, as usual--but no freakin' roast pork buns! I SAW them on the other side of the room at one point, but none for us. Same thing happened last time, too. I think they're hoarding them away from the filthy gwei lo or something. (mir_nyc will have to tell me if I used that term correctly...)I dashed out of dim sum at half past 1, my goal being to meet Brian at Journal Square by 2, which was st00pid on my part. Though I was only 15 minutes late, and he was as well, so it was okay. He picked me up in his rental car and we headed down to Six Flags
At this point we made a tactical error. Brian proposed stopping for a bite, which I was fully in favor of, so we pulled over at a little strip of podunk eateries just before the highway. We selected the "bar & grill", which was not bad at all, and had a reasonable dinner. This took about an hour...during which all the traffic started pouring out of Great Adventure, too. Ooops. It took us some 20 minutes to go 200 feet. Things were clear on I-195, but once we turned onto the Parkway--DOOM. We finally got home at about quarter to midnight, whereat I was so tired I couldn't even see straight. I half-snoozed for much of the return journey, but the Ford Focus has the least comfortable headrest known to science, so it didn't do me much good (and my neck still hurts today).
Today: still exhausted, sore neck & shoulders, cramps, and somehow the half a damn funnel cake I had turned into four times its size in extra weight. I think I can consider this weekend duly seized.
