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synecdochic was in town this weekend to officiate at a wedding and then hang out, somehow dinner plans evolved. And by 'somehow', I mean I attempted to humbly get my first comment in requesting the pleasure of same, then got referred over to the House of Spink! as said plans were not under synecdochic's control. elyssa happily left the planning in my hands, and plotting proceeded at a pretty good rate. The bride came up with venue suggestions, I sorted, and somehow a consensus was reached by means of me sort of picking one at random. emptybackpack got rolled up into the plans, and we convened upon the place of dining at the appointed hour.
emptybackpack had never met People from the Internet before, and we had a happy little session of frantic fangirling before the House (elyssa, stevieg, luminairex, and squidheadjax) and synecdochic arrived.
Dinner happened. I was the first one to spill stuff in my tea. We shared dishes on the lazy susan, and the sauce for the deep-fried tofu was drippy, and I had gotten approximately 15 minutes worth of sleep. (Oh, yes. Sleep. You flighty temptress. I am going to have to check in with my doctor regarding that once the weather cools down and stays cool, because I am not sure if I can attribute all this not being able to stay asleep to the heat. So I slept for maybe 15 minutes total tops between work and dinner, then of course when it was time for dinner I got tired. Before time to leave, though, I got quite overexcited and polished my nails and fretted about doing my hair and generally made a nuisance of myself in #lj_s; I preen only slightly more before going out on one of those IT'S-NOT-A-DATE-DAMMIT events with the best friend. So I propped myself up with caffeine. I was a bit shaky.)synecdochic shortly thereafter graciously dropped some chicken in her own water glass (at least it was not salsa, JD).
synecdochic's hair is at maybe the quarter-inch stage, and she does grant petting. :D I have eight years of hair on my head now, and the tips are down to my waist.
synecdochic and I wound up monopolizing the conversation. We started in on writing and stayed on that for a good long while. The inevitable references to jdn that are not references to gameboyguy13 wound up happening, with lots of gossip. Eventually the inevitable shop talk followed, and that opened up the floor a bit more to the House.
Also, these things were mentioned and must be noted:
Bacon. Specifically, bacon pancakes and/or waffles, with maple syrup.
How utterly inadvisable it is to try some jalepeños and then pick one's nose. (This story involved the poor party whose nose it was eventually snorting strawberry-banana yogurt to attempt to soothe the burning.)
Never forget. Never forgive. That, and the ever-changing epithets. Someday someone will come the ton of bricks that that person deserves, and oh boy are they going to deserve it, quite richly too.
Responsible Adulthood, and how sometimes this hinges upon being able to fake being a Responsible Adult when the situation calls for it. Somehow, when I'm having a good day and am not thinking that all my actions are the work of some form of evil, I have accepted my role as a Responsible Adult, as I have helped deal with midnight puking 4-year-olds, this being one of the criteria for being one and the threshold events defining me as one.
synecdochic threatened to send me Cammie.
Certain Engineering Types are sneakypants and also total love. Kind of blew the thing on the one thing, but it's not like that one thing wouldn't be totally screamingly obviouscakes; the only way it could have been more obviouscakes would have been had I planted a great big blue pushpin with a flag on it to it and did a little singing dancing number.
There was gossip post-dinner, assynecdochic attempted to stand downwind of the non-smokers (everyone else).
Slave == minion == grad student!
The House and I really must do this more often.
Upon departure from dinner, I stopped by the grocery store, as I had a sudden and inexplicable wanting for Zima. There was, however, none to be found at Fry's (grocery), so instead there were mudslides.
I have had 1 mudslide and approximately 24 hours up, now, and I have started tearing strips out of "Cheesecake", although I'm not in a place to be doing structural edits. I'm probably to be headed to bed soon.
I was supposed to have gotten pictures. Somehow I didn't. Life goes on! We had fun!
synecdochic was in town this weekend to officiate at a wedding and then hang out, somehow dinner plans evolved. And by 'somehow', I mean I attempted to humbly get my first comment in requesting the pleasure of same, then got referred over to the House of Spink! as said plans were not under synecdochic's control. elyssa happily left the planning in my hands, and plotting proceeded at a pretty good rate. The bride came up with venue suggestions, I sorted, and somehow a consensus was reached by means of me sort of picking one at random. emptybackpack got rolled up into the plans, and we convened upon the place of dining at the appointed hour. emptybackpack had never met People from the Internet before, and we had a happy little session of frantic fangirling before the House (elyssa, stevieg, luminairex, and squidheadjax) and synecdochic arrived. Dinner happened. I was the first one to spill stuff in my tea. We shared dishes on the lazy susan, and the sauce for the deep-fried tofu was drippy, and I had gotten approximately 15 minutes worth of sleep. (Oh, yes. Sleep. You flighty temptress. I am going to have to check in with my doctor regarding that once the weather cools down and stays cool, because I am not sure if I can attribute all this not being able to stay asleep to the heat. So I slept for maybe 15 minutes total tops between work and dinner, then of course when it was time for dinner I got tired. Before time to leave, though, I got quite overexcited and polished my nails and fretted about doing my hair and generally made a nuisance of myself in #lj_s; I preen only slightly more before going out on one of those IT'S-NOT-A-DATE-DAMMIT events with the best friend. So I propped myself up with caffeine. I was a bit shaky.)
synecdochic shortly thereafter graciously dropped some chicken in her own water glass (at least it was not salsa, JD). synecdochic's hair is at maybe the quarter-inch stage, and she does grant petting. :D I have eight years of hair on my head now, and the tips are down to my waist. synecdochic and I wound up monopolizing the conversation. We started in on writing and stayed on that for a good long while. The inevitable references to jdn that are not references to gameboyguy13 wound up happening, with lots of gossip. Eventually the inevitable shop talk followed, and that opened up the floor a bit more to the House. Also, these things were mentioned and must be noted:
Bacon. Specifically, bacon pancakes and/or waffles, with maple syrup.
How utterly inadvisable it is to try some jalepeños and then pick one's nose. (This story involved the poor party whose nose it was eventually snorting strawberry-banana yogurt to attempt to soothe the burning.)
Never forget. Never forgive. That, and the ever-changing epithets. Someday someone will come the ton of bricks that that person deserves, and oh boy are they going to deserve it, quite richly too.
Responsible Adulthood, and how sometimes this hinges upon being able to fake being a Responsible Adult when the situation calls for it. Somehow, when I'm having a good day and am not thinking that all my actions are the work of some form of evil, I have accepted my role as a Responsible Adult, as I have helped deal with midnight puking 4-year-olds, this being one of the criteria for being one and the threshold events defining me as one.
synecdochic threatened to send me Cammie. Certain Engineering Types are sneakypants and also total love. Kind of blew the thing on the one thing, but it's not like that one thing wouldn't be totally screamingly obviouscakes; the only way it could have been more obviouscakes would have been had I planted a great big blue pushpin with a flag on it to it and did a little singing dancing number.
There was gossip post-dinner, as
synecdochic attempted to stand downwind of the non-smokers (everyone else). Slave == minion == grad student!
The House and I really must do this more often.
Upon departure from dinner, I stopped by the grocery store, as I had a sudden and inexplicable wanting for Zima. There was, however, none to be found at Fry's (grocery), so instead there were mudslides.
I have had 1 mudslide and approximately 24 hours up, now, and I have started tearing strips out of "Cheesecake", although I'm not in a place to be doing structural edits. I'm probably to be headed to bed soon.
I was supposed to have gotten pictures. Somehow I didn't. Life goes on! We had fun!
