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azurelunatic) wrote2016-01-06 12:04 am
azurelunatic) wrote2016-01-06 12:04 am
A visit from Fishie!
So back in December, Wednesday the 23rd. At work, I had a nice quiet lunch with Purple. Hardly anyone was in. I think Mr. Tux may have been there as well.
Later in the afternoon, radius dropped by; we took a stroll around campus as the sun dipped more towards evening.
Fishie and her bff had arrived in California that week. I'd been getting text updates all day on their progress around San Francisco doing Tourist Stuff. The plan had been for them to come in my direction via train, at which point I would collect them, maybe help Fishie run an errand at her bank, head back to work to wrap up, then get dinner with Purple before heading back to my place for a day or two of quiet.
The timeline got shifted. There was Tourist Stuff to worry about. I'd undershot the Time For Dinner when giving her a time to relay to her parents (I expected them by 7, but Purple's ceiling on dinner was 9) so the part where they did not get back down to Palo Alto by 7:45 was not actually a problem. We found each other at the train station. Fortunately I had them placed precisely on the map, and was able to give good relative directions. I met her dad briefly (in the dark, navy blue hair looks black), and greeted Fishie and her bff like old college buddies. (The story given out was that I am an alum of their university. I do not relish untruth, but Not Causing A Problem With Her Parents trumps that.) We found my car, and lo, there was heat! We proceeded down into Mountain View, to Scratch, talking a mile a minute about Star Wars and other delights the whole way.
We were just getting settled at the table (water, water, water, and iced tea no lemon) and I'd just texted Purple when himself arrived.
Dinner was the sort of lovely fun you just sort of hope will keep going and going. We were there late, and while we made sure we weren't the last ones out, we did linger. We chatted outside, and on the way to the car. I proposed that we attempt to find the time to head down Purple's way in the next few days for games and fun; Purple was amenable -- except not Thursday as he would be shamecleaning. heh. ♥
Minus Purple, the topic of conversation turned to menstruation. We made a pit stop at work, and I brought back some chocolate and chocolate covered espresso beans to keep us over the next few days. The girls got to see my cube and all its wonders.
My apartment was warm, even though I hadn't managed to get the heat on. (Cold snap.) Fishie's terrible mother had deigned to allow the heat to be turned up to 60F, but had snapped at Fishie's dad when he tried to turn it up to 61. The air mattresses were cozy enough, and I had down comforters and soft IKEApillows.
I chatted with the bff a bit while Fishie got a shower. I told her The Big Shawn Story. She told me some stuff. Dudes, man. Dudes are sometimes just terrible.
Thursday morning was a grocery run, as it had been too late and everyone was too tired the night before. Fishie and I walked over (it's not that far) and picked up some things. The cart I use for laundry and recycle was in the way of the door, so there was some squeezing to be done to get through the door.
There were Christmas presents. Portable electronics chargers are always practical, and mini multi headed screwdrivers are often helpful as well. The frog's shirt immediately came off.
Fishie wanted to hit up Hot Topic to see if that one had any of the pants she was looking for. The bff was introverting hard, so we left her with the spare keys while we hit up the mall. We also cruised through Beverly's and Trader Joe's, for mending supplies and a few more bits of grocery.
After that we hung out at home for a bit more until it was time to go to my aunt's for dinner.
Dinner was great fun, and the poodle was made much of. Then we watched Spy, which was great. I'd been meaning to watch it after the Pop Culture Happy Hour review told me that nobody actually does the "lol you can't spy U FAT" thing.
2nd night on the air mattresses. Nobody died. Nobody woke up screaming in the night. Fishie conked out pretty much immediately. I did some mending (Fishie had brought mending home) and the bff and I chatted about stuff of mutual interest.
Then it was Christmas morning, and time to return them. We leisurely got ourselves together, then I drove them to the Caltrain station and saw them off.
I went back home to introvert for a while, then went over to hang out with my aunt again.
Saturday was going to be the day we were going to do games at Purple's, but there wasn't quite enough time, and that was the thing that fell through. These things happen, and there will always be another time!
There were further thermostat battles, but Fishie and the bff got back out of state safe and sound and not too frozen.
Later in the afternoon, radius dropped by; we took a stroll around campus as the sun dipped more towards evening.
Fishie and her bff had arrived in California that week. I'd been getting text updates all day on their progress around San Francisco doing Tourist Stuff. The plan had been for them to come in my direction via train, at which point I would collect them, maybe help Fishie run an errand at her bank, head back to work to wrap up, then get dinner with Purple before heading back to my place for a day or two of quiet.
The timeline got shifted. There was Tourist Stuff to worry about. I'd undershot the Time For Dinner when giving her a time to relay to her parents (I expected them by 7, but Purple's ceiling on dinner was 9) so the part where they did not get back down to Palo Alto by 7:45 was not actually a problem. We found each other at the train station. Fortunately I had them placed precisely on the map, and was able to give good relative directions. I met her dad briefly (in the dark, navy blue hair looks black), and greeted Fishie and her bff like old college buddies. (The story given out was that I am an alum of their university. I do not relish untruth, but Not Causing A Problem With Her Parents trumps that.) We found my car, and lo, there was heat! We proceeded down into Mountain View, to Scratch, talking a mile a minute about Star Wars and other delights the whole way.
We were just getting settled at the table (water, water, water, and iced tea no lemon) and I'd just texted Purple when himself arrived.
Dinner was the sort of lovely fun you just sort of hope will keep going and going. We were there late, and while we made sure we weren't the last ones out, we did linger. We chatted outside, and on the way to the car. I proposed that we attempt to find the time to head down Purple's way in the next few days for games and fun; Purple was amenable -- except not Thursday as he would be shamecleaning. heh. ♥
Minus Purple, the topic of conversation turned to menstruation. We made a pit stop at work, and I brought back some chocolate and chocolate covered espresso beans to keep us over the next few days. The girls got to see my cube and all its wonders.
My apartment was warm, even though I hadn't managed to get the heat on. (Cold snap.) Fishie's terrible mother had deigned to allow the heat to be turned up to 60F, but had snapped at Fishie's dad when he tried to turn it up to 61. The air mattresses were cozy enough, and I had down comforters and soft IKEApillows.
I chatted with the bff a bit while Fishie got a shower. I told her The Big Shawn Story. She told me some stuff. Dudes, man. Dudes are sometimes just terrible.
Thursday morning was a grocery run, as it had been too late and everyone was too tired the night before. Fishie and I walked over (it's not that far) and picked up some things. The cart I use for laundry and recycle was in the way of the door, so there was some squeezing to be done to get through the door.
There were Christmas presents. Portable electronics chargers are always practical, and mini multi headed screwdrivers are often helpful as well. The frog's shirt immediately came off.
Fishie wanted to hit up Hot Topic to see if that one had any of the pants she was looking for. The bff was introverting hard, so we left her with the spare keys while we hit up the mall. We also cruised through Beverly's and Trader Joe's, for mending supplies and a few more bits of grocery.
After that we hung out at home for a bit more until it was time to go to my aunt's for dinner.
Dinner was great fun, and the poodle was made much of. Then we watched Spy, which was great. I'd been meaning to watch it after the Pop Culture Happy Hour review told me that nobody actually does the "lol you can't spy U FAT" thing.
2nd night on the air mattresses. Nobody died. Nobody woke up screaming in the night. Fishie conked out pretty much immediately. I did some mending (Fishie had brought mending home) and the bff and I chatted about stuff of mutual interest.
Then it was Christmas morning, and time to return them. We leisurely got ourselves together, then I drove them to the Caltrain station and saw them off.
I went back home to introvert for a while, then went over to hang out with my aunt again.
Saturday was going to be the day we were going to do games at Purple's, but there wasn't quite enough time, and that was the thing that fell through. These things happen, and there will always be another time!
There were further thermostat battles, but Fishie and the bff got back out of state safe and sound and not too frozen.
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