Weekend update
Sep. 27th, 2005 04:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serindeThe whirlwind began with the supervised removal of Leechy McRoommate's mountains of crap from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dariodevil's apartment. The idea was that I should get there early with El Digicam to make a visual record of the vast quantities, but thanks to the six--SIX!--accidents on the Parkway, by the time I arrived the process was already well advanced. It proceeded without much incident, other than a parting fanfaronade from Leechy to the supervising cops, who were marvelously indifferent, about how some of his stuff was missing (this is what I meant previously about the pathetic nature of his lies--since it's all in boxes that he hadn't looked through yet, there is no way for him to tell if anything were missing; for all he knew we could have added stuff. And if I was a more wicked creature...but I digress). Leechy had an older guy with him who seemed to be much more With It, and that guy heard me give my name to the cops, so it's possible that I may actually appear on the useless little shit's radar and he may try to make himself obnoxious towards me as well; but I doubt he has the drive to flail at both of us at once.
In any event, they went, and we moved a few bits of furniture into the evacuated space, then after a half-hour or so of comedown we proceeded to Beth's for movies and wine and, on my part, handwork. Which I was hoping to get sleeves for my purple silk gamurra finished for Coronation, and did not, because the pattern had been made so long ago we misinterpreted the markings and sewed the uppers to the lowers in the wrong alignment. Unless my elbow were to be broken so it bends in a different spot, that is. Realized this at about 1:30am and went to bed in disgust.
Got dressed, our act together,dariodevil home, and arrived onsite with two minutes to spare to start our shift at Troll, mirabile dictu. Never worked troll before, and it's actually kinda fun--at least, it is when things are reasonably well organized, as the Swamp seems to be. I *heart* these people.
We spent most of the afternoon hanging out, nibbling on bits from the dayboard (that was a mean spanakopita!), chatting, doing handwork (whereat I sewed my sleeves together INSIDE OUT this time, and then gave up in disgust), ignoring Court, and, later on, shepherding Kasia's daughters in various combinations. Believe me when I say that nothing is quite so single-minded as a one-year-old who has just figured out walking, unless it's a three-year-old coquette. It was exhausting but wonderful. I WANT ONE
(Disclaimer: we usually don't ignore Court, even when none of the business is particularly relevant, but the acoustics in the space were such utter crap that you had to be in one of the first six rows to hear what the zarking fardwark was going on. We popped in for the actual crowning, and for Ed taking over as Kingdom seneschal--though we couldn't hear his schtick, dammit--and that was about it.)
Feast was done by Alexandre, and boy howdy it was mind-blowing. He has it all written up on his web site, down at the bottom. I can particularly recommend the lamb, the chickpeas, and the meat mice. I'd also like to note that the non-cooking aspects of the feast were uncommonly well-executed: there were servers for each table, all dressed in matching Roman garb, all of whom were quite on the ball; you never had to wait too long for the next course, nor did it come out in such a rush that there was no room on the table; there was entertainment in the shape of silly chariot races, but no bad bards or worse belly bunnies; and there were beverages more appropriate, and tastier, than the ubiquitous lemonade, iced tea, and maybe sekanjabin.
Point of self-aggrandizement: Beth did up my hair with her smaller fake hairpiece and some of the pearl hairpins, and I had people falling all over themselves to compliment me on how I looked.
Pounced onsweh that night, then toddled home noontime; got some work done, drove down to dariodevil's with the Vacuum Of DOOM and some other cleaning supplies and got the Leechy cooties out; went home and had some deserved R&R, mostly City of Heroes-shaped. I would've liked to have gone to the Panix picnic, but I really did not want to schlep into the city on top of the rest of my running around.
dariodevil's apartment. The idea was that I should get there early with El Digicam to make a visual record of the vast quantities, but thanks to the six--SIX!--accidents on the Parkway, by the time I arrived the process was already well advanced. It proceeded without much incident, other than a parting fanfaronade from Leechy to the supervising cops, who were marvelously indifferent, about how some of his stuff was missing (this is what I meant previously about the pathetic nature of his lies--since it's all in boxes that he hadn't looked through yet, there is no way for him to tell if anything were missing; for all he knew we could have added stuff. And if I was a more wicked creature...but I digress). Leechy had an older guy with him who seemed to be much more With It, and that guy heard me give my name to the cops, so it's possible that I may actually appear on the useless little shit's radar and he may try to make himself obnoxious towards me as well; but I doubt he has the drive to flail at both of us at once.In any event, they went, and we moved a few bits of furniture into the evacuated space, then after a half-hour or so of comedown we proceeded to Beth's for movies and wine and, on my part, handwork. Which I was hoping to get sleeves for my purple silk gamurra finished for Coronation, and did not, because the pattern had been made so long ago we misinterpreted the markings and sewed the uppers to the lowers in the wrong alignment. Unless my elbow were to be broken so it bends in a different spot, that is. Realized this at about 1:30am and went to bed in disgust.
Got dressed, our act together,
dariodevil home, and arrived onsite with two minutes to spare to start our shift at Troll, mirabile dictu. Never worked troll before, and it's actually kinda fun--at least, it is when things are reasonably well organized, as the Swamp seems to be. I *heart* these people. We spent most of the afternoon hanging out, nibbling on bits from the dayboard (that was a mean spanakopita!), chatting, doing handwork (whereat I sewed my sleeves together INSIDE OUT this time, and then gave up in disgust), ignoring Court, and, later on, shepherding Kasia's daughters in various combinations. Believe me when I say that nothing is quite so single-minded as a one-year-old who has just figured out walking, unless it's a three-year-old coquette. It was exhausting but wonderful. I WANT ONE
(Disclaimer: we usually don't ignore Court, even when none of the business is particularly relevant, but the acoustics in the space were such utter crap that you had to be in one of the first six rows to hear what the zarking fardwark was going on. We popped in for the actual crowning, and for Ed taking over as Kingdom seneschal--though we couldn't hear his schtick, dammit--and that was about it.)
Feast was done by Alexandre, and boy howdy it was mind-blowing. He has it all written up on his web site, down at the bottom. I can particularly recommend the lamb, the chickpeas, and the meat mice. I'd also like to note that the non-cooking aspects of the feast were uncommonly well-executed: there were servers for each table, all dressed in matching Roman garb, all of whom were quite on the ball; you never had to wait too long for the next course, nor did it come out in such a rush that there was no room on the table; there was entertainment in the shape of silly chariot races, but no bad bards or worse belly bunnies; and there were beverages more appropriate, and tastier, than the ubiquitous lemonade, iced tea, and maybe sekanjabin.
Point of self-aggrandizement: Beth did up my hair with her smaller fake hairpiece and some of the pearl hairpins, and I had people falling all over themselves to compliment me on how I looked.
Pounced on
sweh that night, then toddled home noontime; got some work done, drove down to dariodevil's with the Vacuum Of DOOM and some other cleaning supplies and got the Leechy cooties out; went home and had some deserved R&R, mostly City of Heroes-shaped. I would've liked to have gone to the Panix picnic, but I really did not want to schlep into the city on top of the rest of my running around.
