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Nov. 2nd, 2003 01:36 pmFriday:
After chatting with my neighbor for half an hour and conluding that no more kids were coming, I closed up shop (killed all lights but the candle in the pumpkin, packed up candy, locked up), grabbed some necessities (candy, contact stuff, glasses, Goldschlager), I left for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cutelin & macguyver's party around 8:45pm. Found their place with no difficulty--it's about a minute off 495--and joined the party around 9:30. :)
The party was great--about 30 people filtered through over the course of the evening, alcohol, sodas, and snacks freely flowing, good music, nice place. I had some Goldschlager, "punch," and several ice-cube-tray Jello shots, met a lot of people (including the other housemates, Melissa, Clint, and Big Dave, all of whom have LJs that I don't know, and not-a-housemate-but-I-remember-his-LJchrishaas.) I also met their cats, Jezebel (a very friendly black/grey/brown part-Maine Coon girl), Foster (an ornery orange/white boy, and Bailey (a dark grey, preacher-collared feral boy, skittish but not aggressive.) I was getting tired by 2 or 3, and ended up deciding to crash there for the night, doing so around 4am.
Saturday:
I woke up around 9 or 10 to a quiet house, and proceeded to get up and start post-party cleanup. Not too bad, really--a lot of cups, plastic shot glasses, and beer bottles mostly. Eventually the other housemates arose from the dead (around 11 or 12), we sat around for a while, and around 2 we headed up to the church bazaar right up the street. The vendors had a wide variety of stuff, from the very new to the utterly obsolete; I was tempted by a few things but bought none. (I was also almost deafened by the salsa blaring from one trailer. :P) One salesman had a sneaky tactic--asking if I knew the time, hoping that I didn't so he could sell me a watch. ;)
After returning from the bazaar (in shotgun of David's convertible Miata :), we sat around for a while, decided we wanted Bostom Market for dinner, who delivers but few of us had any cash. So, out we went, headed for the bank, and headed for a Boston Market in increasingly heavy traffic--apparently UMd College Park was having a big game/alumni event. David and I split off onto an empty road, headed for what he knew to be the closest Boston Market, in College Park; they kept going straight in heavy traffic.
After driving around for many minutes observing an utter lack of parking (and throngs of partying college students) and losing a tiny parking space to a CR-V, we paid for metered parking a couple blocks away and walked to the BM. Now, at this point, neither of us had any money or a cell phone--I'd left my bag at their apartment, and the RenFest garb has no pockets. So, David went off to find a payphone, and learned that they didn't know about the CP BM, and were at the one in White Oaks, which David didn't know about. We started to head that way, called them again (after getting an hour-late page), had them pick us up some food and headed home to meet them. Thus, David and I went out, got no money, got no food, paid for parking, and came home--very productive, eh? At least we were in a convertible.. :D
After dinner we sat around for several more hours, listening to a wide variety of music and rants, bouncing balloons through the air, and firing off the fog machine ($19.99 at Target!) At some point during the evening, Foster let me scratch his head, but he was still generally standoffish, growling and hissing at any non-residents who tried to touch him. Fortunately, we was more prone to running than scratching or biting (and was front-declawed.) Unfortunately, Bailey decided to mark my borrowed cloak, which will need cleaning. :P All but Big Dave then adjourned to the den/Clint's bedroom where we watched bits of a few shows, Crank Yankers, and some truly terrible (but blessedly brief) softcore porn onCSkinemax2. By this time it was probably 2am, and I was still thinking about heading home that night. However, I then got caught up in playing Binary Arts's Rush Hour, trading off cards until we'd played the entire deck--around 4am. Back to sleep I went. :)
Sunday:
I woke up when Caitlin was leaving for work (before 9), then again around 9 or 10, chatted a bit with Big Dave and Clint, watched them play some Dark Stone, gathered up my stuff (including some of what was left of the candy I'd brought) and left around 11:30am. Hitting heavy traffic at 95S, I opted to continue on to Telegraph, stopped by Giant to pick up some Febreze Laundry Odor Eliminator, and came home to a squawky bird, a hyper dog, and about135 170* LJ entries. Additionally, there was an IM from Steph telling me the details of Matt's birthday dinner tonight--guess maybe I should do a little shopping today. ;D
* Odd--I was logged out.
I just IMed with Kristy for a bit--in San Diego, the fires got about three miles from her, torching a lot of the trees on the trails she hikes on; she's planning to go to Hawaii for a few days in April to run a triathlon for the Leukemia Society (and needs to raise $4600--if anyone is interested in donating, let me know and I'll put you in touch), and has a presentation at a conference (neurobio, I'm assuming) in New Orleans next week. Seems to be dong quite well for herself. :D
(Note: My Current Music is surprisingly reminiscent of Tori, very non-pop. Surprise! :)
Addendum: Nathan's currently in Pittsburgh surprise-attending a conference where a friend's presenting, and toting a -huge- foam hand (of the "___ is #1!" style), hand-lettered to say "The Paracelsian Herbalist:A Conundrum of Pharmacological Botany in Seventeenth-Century Medicine ROCKS!," and "Go Ayne" on the finger. He's a nutty one. :) (His costume for a Halloween party in Pitt was black pants, black shirt, white thought bubbles up the leg to the front and back of the shirt, and a big thought bubble front and back saying "1 2 3...". That's right.. he's the thought that counts. x_x)
After chatting with my neighbor for half an hour and conluding that no more kids were coming, I closed up shop (killed all lights but the candle in the pumpkin, packed up candy, locked up), grabbed some necessities (candy, contact stuff, glasses, Goldschlager), I left for
cutelin & macguyver's party around 8:45pm. Found their place with no difficulty--it's about a minute off 495--and joined the party around 9:30. :)The party was great--about 30 people filtered through over the course of the evening, alcohol, sodas, and snacks freely flowing, good music, nice place. I had some Goldschlager, "punch," and several ice-cube-tray Jello shots, met a lot of people (including the other housemates, Melissa, Clint, and Big Dave, all of whom have LJs that I don't know, and not-a-housemate-but-I-remember-his-LJ
chrishaas.) I also met their cats, Jezebel (a very friendly black/grey/brown part-Maine Coon girl), Foster (an ornery orange/white boy, and Bailey (a dark grey, preacher-collared feral boy, skittish but not aggressive.) I was getting tired by 2 or 3, and ended up deciding to crash there for the night, doing so around 4am.Saturday:
I woke up around 9 or 10 to a quiet house, and proceeded to get up and start post-party cleanup. Not too bad, really--a lot of cups, plastic shot glasses, and beer bottles mostly. Eventually the other housemates arose from the dead (around 11 or 12), we sat around for a while, and around 2 we headed up to the church bazaar right up the street. The vendors had a wide variety of stuff, from the very new to the utterly obsolete; I was tempted by a few things but bought none. (I was also almost deafened by the salsa blaring from one trailer. :P) One salesman had a sneaky tactic--asking if I knew the time, hoping that I didn't so he could sell me a watch. ;)
After returning from the bazaar (in shotgun of David's convertible Miata :), we sat around for a while, decided we wanted Bostom Market for dinner, who delivers but few of us had any cash. So, out we went, headed for the bank, and headed for a Boston Market in increasingly heavy traffic--apparently UMd College Park was having a big game/alumni event. David and I split off onto an empty road, headed for what he knew to be the closest Boston Market, in College Park; they kept going straight in heavy traffic.
After driving around for many minutes observing an utter lack of parking (and throngs of partying college students) and losing a tiny parking space to a CR-V, we paid for metered parking a couple blocks away and walked to the BM. Now, at this point, neither of us had any money or a cell phone--I'd left my bag at their apartment, and the RenFest garb has no pockets. So, David went off to find a payphone, and learned that they didn't know about the CP BM, and were at the one in White Oaks, which David didn't know about. We started to head that way, called them again (after getting an hour-late page), had them pick us up some food and headed home to meet them. Thus, David and I went out, got no money, got no food, paid for parking, and came home--very productive, eh? At least we were in a convertible.. :D
After dinner we sat around for several more hours, listening to a wide variety of music and rants, bouncing balloons through the air, and firing off the fog machine ($19.99 at Target!) At some point during the evening, Foster let me scratch his head, but he was still generally standoffish, growling and hissing at any non-residents who tried to touch him. Fortunately, we was more prone to running than scratching or biting (and was front-declawed.) Unfortunately, Bailey decided to mark my borrowed cloak, which will need cleaning. :P All but Big Dave then adjourned to the den/Clint's bedroom where we watched bits of a few shows, Crank Yankers, and some truly terrible (but blessedly brief) softcore porn on
Sunday:
I woke up when Caitlin was leaving for work (before 9), then again around 9 or 10, chatted a bit with Big Dave and Clint, watched them play some Dark Stone, gathered up my stuff (including some of what was left of the candy I'd brought) and left around 11:30am. Hitting heavy traffic at 95S, I opted to continue on to Telegraph, stopped by Giant to pick up some Febreze Laundry Odor Eliminator, and came home to a squawky bird, a hyper dog, and about
* Odd--I was logged out.
I just IMed with Kristy for a bit--in San Diego, the fires got about three miles from her, torching a lot of the trees on the trails she hikes on; she's planning to go to Hawaii for a few days in April to run a triathlon for the Leukemia Society (and needs to raise $4600--if anyone is interested in donating, let me know and I'll put you in touch), and has a presentation at a conference (neurobio, I'm assuming) in New Orleans next week. Seems to be dong quite well for herself. :D
(Note: My Current Music is surprisingly reminiscent of Tori, very non-pop. Surprise! :)
Addendum: Nathan's currently in Pittsburgh surprise-attending a conference where a friend's presenting, and toting a -huge- foam hand (of the "___ is #1!" style), hand-lettered to say "The Paracelsian Herbalist:A Conundrum of Pharmacological Botany in Seventeenth-Century Medicine ROCKS!," and "Go Ayne" on the finger. He's a nutty one. :) (His costume for a Halloween party in Pitt was black pants, black shirt, white thought bubbles up the leg to the front and back of the shirt, and a big thought bubble front and back saying "1 2 3...". That's right.. he's the thought that counts. x_x)
