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Is it in your genes? I don't know...
Jan. 15th, 2012 02:14 amSo it turns out that not only is Aunt-Fayoumis in town for a conference thing, but also some of the folks from back home as well. So it was only reasonable that Guide Dog Aunt should declare a dinner party of sorts. She appointed me to do the negotiations about what day, what time, and were there any food allergies/etc. (fortunately no), and lo and behold, Saturday evening rolled around and there we were all in one place, plus Aunt-Fayoumis's slightly unhinged hiking buddy and the buddy's BFF from Half Moon Bay.
Dinner was fun. I learned that Aunt-Fayoumis's hiking buddy has an LJ (though I didn't ask her username) and has recently used it to incite Facebook drama (via crossposting).
Post-dinner, the family genes came out. Mr. Mandolin shared an anecdote from a Hawaii trip, about the TAB fellow working for room and board at the commune of aging hippies doing various TAB tasks -- the guy was setting the peel of a citrus fruit on fire, staring at it, and declaring it the solution to the energy crisis. Quicker than you could say "And what was he smoking again?" my aunt was up on the kitchen counter pulling out candles. Naturally there was some inquiry. "I'm proving that I'm a member of the family," she said, lighting the candle and squirting citrus oil into the flame in the classic manner.
This was the diversion for the fruit course. Everyone took turns.If there's anything worthwhile from the video that I took, I'll post it. [Edit: now with video! http://youtu.be/RO5m2jtB_to ]
Mrs. Mandolin still has sketches that Tay-Tay and I drew as kids in her songbook. Every few pages there's a chicken drawing. I grinned, pulled out notecards and pen, and sketched a few more for her. There was a running rooster, a little scene with several birds, and then the rooster perched on the keyboard. I also drew me sitting on the couch with Calico with a mouthful of my book. Hiking Buddy got that one.
I may wind up at the convention tomorrow for a bit, if I'm not entirely too exhausted. Stupid sleep schedule is stupid.
Dinner was fun. I learned that Aunt-Fayoumis's hiking buddy has an LJ (though I didn't ask her username) and has recently used it to incite Facebook drama (via crossposting).
Post-dinner, the family genes came out. Mr. Mandolin shared an anecdote from a Hawaii trip, about the TAB fellow working for room and board at the commune of aging hippies doing various TAB tasks -- the guy was setting the peel of a citrus fruit on fire, staring at it, and declaring it the solution to the energy crisis. Quicker than you could say "And what was he smoking again?" my aunt was up on the kitchen counter pulling out candles. Naturally there was some inquiry. "I'm proving that I'm a member of the family," she said, lighting the candle and squirting citrus oil into the flame in the classic manner.
This was the diversion for the fruit course. Everyone took turns.
Mrs. Mandolin still has sketches that Tay-Tay and I drew as kids in her songbook. Every few pages there's a chicken drawing. I grinned, pulled out notecards and pen, and sketched a few more for her. There was a running rooster, a little scene with several birds, and then the rooster perched on the keyboard. I also drew me sitting on the couch with Calico with a mouthful of my book. Hiking Buddy got that one.
I may wind up at the convention tomorrow for a bit, if I'm not entirely too exhausted. Stupid sleep schedule is stupid.
