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Chock full o' weekend.
Jul. 13th, 2003 10:09 pmA generally cursed weekend, but it somehow managed to be fun.
Friday night was completely chaotic: couldn't manage to get anything done by the time I wanted to, so I was over an hour late picking up Beth (though likely she wouldn't have been ready if I'd been on time anyways...) The dishwasher was installed wrong, so it doesn't drain the grey water properly, and it's starting to smell (Steve was supposed to call about that starting Tuesday). The Call of Cthulhu books that the game store swore on their immortal souls would be in "on Friday" will not, it turns out, be in til Monday. And so on, and so forth. Finally we got up to Damiana's about 11pm--Briony and Erik were already there--and decompressed and talked about projects.
Let me take a moment to talk about Damiana's house. They had it built, and designed in (or out, depending) all the things that you ever thought were wrong with a house. And then, they designed (and executed themselves, for a good part of it) the interiors, and landscaped the grounds, and it's just fucking stunning. There is no part of it that is not amazing (except it's an electric range. Ha!), down to the front door knocker, which looks like a Norse ring brooch. And she accomplished this while raising two kids and having a job. We were all full of Damiana envy.
Got up way too early and we started puttering, and Daria and Kasia (and little Angelina) arrived. We discovered more cursedness: Kasia forgot all the actual items she was going to work on, I'd forgot the chemise bits I'm working on, the vine pattern for Greta's hood that Daria and El spent hours on had to be redone, and the cotehardie pattern that Beth had fitted for me in March is now so much too big for me that it doesn't hold up my breasts. Ooops. We adapt, improvise, and overcome... For my own part, we decided to make me a few gamurre for Pennsic, because we have a workable current pattern for that, and it's very tight so I should still be able to wear the resulting dresses for awhile. So I spent the first half of the day padstitching bodices. In the afternoon, we started finger-looping the trim for the vine and to outline the laurel leaves. Finger-looping r0x0rs. Daria says she makes all her dress lacings that way, and I think I will too.
We swam, hung out, ate, sewed more, watched Manor House, and I left a bit past midnight and drove home, getting back around 2am. Tumbled into bed gibbering slightly, and woke up at 9, then spent two hours trying to roust all the sluggards out of bed so we could go to the beach.
After much chaos and destruction, we got to Gunnison Beach (that's a clothing optional beach at Sandy Hook, which I recommend highly to the Gentle Reader's attention) about 3pm. As usual, it was lovely to swim au naturel. In the surrealism department, we ran into someone else who works at Panix on the beach; this was funky cool. Later in the afternoon, the tide was coming in very high and even stronger than usual, which was not so much fun, but there you go. Our time was then truncated because Steve's eyes started really bothering him; we were not sure whether this was salt, sweat, sunblock, or something else. Much flooding with saline helped, but we figured it was still time to head back. Traffic was sucky, though not as sucky as I have seen it, and we stopped for dinner at a nameless diner somewhere on Rt. 36, getting home at 9:30. Hosed off the salt and here I am.
Tired now.
Friday night was completely chaotic: couldn't manage to get anything done by the time I wanted to, so I was over an hour late picking up Beth (though likely she wouldn't have been ready if I'd been on time anyways...) The dishwasher was installed wrong, so it doesn't drain the grey water properly, and it's starting to smell (Steve was supposed to call about that starting Tuesday). The Call of Cthulhu books that the game store swore on their immortal souls would be in "on Friday" will not, it turns out, be in til Monday. And so on, and so forth. Finally we got up to Damiana's about 11pm--Briony and Erik were already there--and decompressed and talked about projects.
Let me take a moment to talk about Damiana's house. They had it built, and designed in (or out, depending) all the things that you ever thought were wrong with a house. And then, they designed (and executed themselves, for a good part of it) the interiors, and landscaped the grounds, and it's just fucking stunning. There is no part of it that is not amazing (except it's an electric range. Ha!), down to the front door knocker, which looks like a Norse ring brooch. And she accomplished this while raising two kids and having a job. We were all full of Damiana envy.
Got up way too early and we started puttering, and Daria and Kasia (and little Angelina) arrived. We discovered more cursedness: Kasia forgot all the actual items she was going to work on, I'd forgot the chemise bits I'm working on, the vine pattern for Greta's hood that Daria and El spent hours on had to be redone, and the cotehardie pattern that Beth had fitted for me in March is now so much too big for me that it doesn't hold up my breasts. Ooops. We adapt, improvise, and overcome... For my own part, we decided to make me a few gamurre for Pennsic, because we have a workable current pattern for that, and it's very tight so I should still be able to wear the resulting dresses for awhile. So I spent the first half of the day padstitching bodices. In the afternoon, we started finger-looping the trim for the vine and to outline the laurel leaves. Finger-looping r0x0rs. Daria says she makes all her dress lacings that way, and I think I will too.
We swam, hung out, ate, sewed more, watched Manor House, and I left a bit past midnight and drove home, getting back around 2am. Tumbled into bed gibbering slightly, and woke up at 9, then spent two hours trying to roust all the sluggards out of bed so we could go to the beach.
After much chaos and destruction, we got to Gunnison Beach (that's a clothing optional beach at Sandy Hook, which I recommend highly to the Gentle Reader's attention) about 3pm. As usual, it was lovely to swim au naturel. In the surrealism department, we ran into someone else who works at Panix on the beach; this was funky cool. Later in the afternoon, the tide was coming in very high and even stronger than usual, which was not so much fun, but there you go. Our time was then truncated because Steve's eyes started really bothering him; we were not sure whether this was salt, sweat, sunblock, or something else. Much flooding with saline helped, but we figured it was still time to head back. Traffic was sucky, though not as sucky as I have seen it, and we stopped for dinner at a nameless diner somewhere on Rt. 36, getting home at 9:30. Hosed off the salt and here I am.
Tired now.
