Probably too sleepy to be doing this
Jan. 1st, 2003 01:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pameladeanIt's not really sleepiness perhaps so much as it is that I forgot to take my evening medication (marked "for bedtime," only that doesn't work because if I don't take it with food my stomach gets really unhappy, and if I go to sleep within two hours of eating my stomach also gets unhappy and I have weird dreams and am too warm as well; in any case, I usually take the evening stuff around eleven-thirty) until I got home at 2:15 and then overslept so I didn't take the morning medication (usually taken at eleven-thirty, the other eleven-thirty) until one. Eeeep.
I just got up and walked from the front to the back of the house until I could hear the coffee maker dripping. I couldn't even remember pouring the water into it.
The MinnStf New Year's Eve part was very enjoyable. David wore his new purple Uncle Hugo's T-shirt, but was distinguished primarily by the presence of the camera his mother enabled him to get for Christmas. Lydy had black velvet skirt and um, short cape-thing, and a gold blouse, and her long, long glittery Elise-necklace. I had determined that comfort was of primary importance but I wanted to look slightly different than usual, so I got out the olive-green leggings (no pockets, dammit, which is actually why I forgot to take my medicine) and the huge black T-shirt and the Elise necklace called "Fizz Pop Hey!" That was kind of okay but not very festive, so I started rummaging for something to put over it. A large black wool sweater with pockets was too hot. I left my keys in one of the pockets, though, when I went away. I finally bethought me of a present David's mother gave me about ten years ago, almost never worn. It's a kimono made out of other worn-out kimonos. It's in one of the weird earth-colors that suit me, a gray-pink brown. It has pieces from the other kimono, which was white with several kinds of green and some orange and gold, appliqued onto the back and sleeves in the shape of gingko leaves. It does not technically fit me in that it won't close across the front, but it actually looks as if it wasn't made to do so. The necklace is the right greens and golds to go with it. I was very smug.
The party was pretty much humming when we got there; it had started at 6:30, I think. Bruce and Karen offered me some German sipping vinegar, which was amazingly nice, though it did make me wish for a large head of lettuce. K said she had wanted radishes, and I agreed that would be nice. They also got me to eat some chocolate-covered peppercorns, which were so odd I kept having another one to see if they really tasted like that.
Papersky, you should skip the following two paragraphs, I believe.
Last year at this party, in the same house, Dean and Laura's, we had large involved discussions of, um, oh dear, That Movie's predecessor. Martin had stunned me by producing, apparently off the top of his voluminously-stocked head, a riveting account of how Peter Jackson could make a trilogy of movies out of THE SILMARILLION. He wasn't there this year; he was working. But later on Bruce came and got me from the back room to inquire about a fine point in Middle-earth's history, and I said it was a pity Martin wasn't here. Karen called his house and got his cellphone number from his sweetie and then called him at work and got the answer. In any case we talked about THE TWO TOWERS this year, which was tremendous fun.
Joel and Felicia were there, which was nice. Felicia gave us a bag of lovely vegan treats for the household, and an M.C. Escher book. Joel reminded me that I still thought he was crazy for thinking that if Roger Zelazny had written the dialogue for THE LORD OF THE RINGS the book would have been better. I didn't say at the time, but while I do in fact find him stark crazy in this opinion, if Roger Zelazny had written the non-Tolkienian dialogue for the new movies, they WOULD have been better.
Having called Martin for a fine point of history seemed to set the tone for my evening, although what really did it was the nostalgic frame of mind I was in as a result of having just celebrated my 20th wedding anniversary. People were there I don't see often and who don't see one another often. Geri told us how she had helped Will and Emma move recently, thus retaining her unbroken streak of helping them move for 23 years. Aiding in this unabashed dive into the past was the fact that Steve's book THE PATHS OF THE DEAD just came out, and a number of people from his old gaming group were there. Beth couldn't remember what Cawti's name was in the game, and called the other Steve, not Brust, over to ask him. He blinked at her and said he didn't remember, it was twenty years ago and he'd lost a lot of files. Karen overheard and called Martin again, and Martin remembered. It will be a scary day when he doesn't.
Eileen arrived late, looking glorious in a black dress with red shiny embroidery. Lots of people looked glorious, actually. Karen had a splendid green velvet shirt and Bruce a lovely dark tealish silk one, and Laurel's purple and black were smashing. I want to say that I liked Kevin's giraffes, but I am not quite sure if they were giraffes. Dean had a great Hawaiian shirt and Laura a gold ensemble that was good with her hair. Other people looked spiffy too.
Laura Jean was very elegant, and also had coconuts. Oh, yes, daedela's hair was really pretty, especially the braid part on the sides, and she made me admire Linda's royal blue. Linda's son is as tall as she is.
To end this uncharacteristic digression into dress, a discussion for which I do not have the vocabulary -- Eileen was somewhat overset by the idea that David and I had been married for twenty years. She was at our wedding, and already a grownup. Yipes.
I had some nice conversation with Beth and other Steve and his wife, and with John and Jeanne -- who had a sweatshirt with cardinals on it that I coveted. Later Dean showed me his Hawaiian Pidgin version of the Gospel according to Matthew (When told that he will deny Jesus three times, Peter says, "No way! Not even!" which I loved) and his entire New Testament in Scots. Daedela liked that one. "Burns does the New Testament," she said. He also showed me one in Syriac that tried to fry my brain. If you were tired and most of the light came from the Christmas tree, it looked like Greek with flourishes. I was able to make out whole phrases, only of course they were not really there.
When other Steve asked me what I'd been doing, I answered, "Writing a novel and collecting sweeties." Hmmmm. There is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out.
Karen is very cute when tipsy. She thought the Chardonnay was very funny, which somehow seems appropriate.
Not long after that Eileen and I found ourselves sitting amiably but too tired to think of conversation. She found a ride home, and shortly thereafter Bruce, who had just offered Daedela a ride, offered me one too. When I went to tell David and collect a kiss, Karen remarked that it was very convenient that Bruce was giving me a ride home, because she was staying to party. Either Bruce or Daedela, I can't recall, remarked that parity would be conserved.
When I got home, I took my medication sans food, having eaten a fair amount of stuff at the party, and sure enough, I woke up at nine feeling nauseated. Feh. It was nice to be home and see my hermit, who fortunately was still up when I realized I had left my keys in that sweater. I medicated cats for the night as well. Cats did not suffer from nausea as far as I know. And I'd know. I also read a little bit in A WIZARD ALONE, and had no dreams that I remember.
Pamela
I just got up and walked from the front to the back of the house until I could hear the coffee maker dripping. I couldn't even remember pouring the water into it.
The MinnStf New Year's Eve part was very enjoyable. David wore his new purple Uncle Hugo's T-shirt, but was distinguished primarily by the presence of the camera his mother enabled him to get for Christmas. Lydy had black velvet skirt and um, short cape-thing, and a gold blouse, and her long, long glittery Elise-necklace. I had determined that comfort was of primary importance but I wanted to look slightly different than usual, so I got out the olive-green leggings (no pockets, dammit, which is actually why I forgot to take my medicine) and the huge black T-shirt and the Elise necklace called "Fizz Pop Hey!" That was kind of okay but not very festive, so I started rummaging for something to put over it. A large black wool sweater with pockets was too hot. I left my keys in one of the pockets, though, when I went away. I finally bethought me of a present David's mother gave me about ten years ago, almost never worn. It's a kimono made out of other worn-out kimonos. It's in one of the weird earth-colors that suit me, a gray-pink brown. It has pieces from the other kimono, which was white with several kinds of green and some orange and gold, appliqued onto the back and sleeves in the shape of gingko leaves. It does not technically fit me in that it won't close across the front, but it actually looks as if it wasn't made to do so. The necklace is the right greens and golds to go with it. I was very smug.
The party was pretty much humming when we got there; it had started at 6:30, I think. Bruce and Karen offered me some German sipping vinegar, which was amazingly nice, though it did make me wish for a large head of lettuce. K said she had wanted radishes, and I agreed that would be nice. They also got me to eat some chocolate-covered peppercorns, which were so odd I kept having another one to see if they really tasted like that.
Papersky, you should skip the following two paragraphs, I believe.
Last year at this party, in the same house, Dean and Laura's, we had large involved discussions of, um, oh dear, That Movie's predecessor. Martin had stunned me by producing, apparently off the top of his voluminously-stocked head, a riveting account of how Peter Jackson could make a trilogy of movies out of THE SILMARILLION. He wasn't there this year; he was working. But later on Bruce came and got me from the back room to inquire about a fine point in Middle-earth's history, and I said it was a pity Martin wasn't here. Karen called his house and got his cellphone number from his sweetie and then called him at work and got the answer. In any case we talked about THE TWO TOWERS this year, which was tremendous fun.
Joel and Felicia were there, which was nice. Felicia gave us a bag of lovely vegan treats for the household, and an M.C. Escher book. Joel reminded me that I still thought he was crazy for thinking that if Roger Zelazny had written the dialogue for THE LORD OF THE RINGS the book would have been better. I didn't say at the time, but while I do in fact find him stark crazy in this opinion, if Roger Zelazny had written the non-Tolkienian dialogue for the new movies, they WOULD have been better.
Having called Martin for a fine point of history seemed to set the tone for my evening, although what really did it was the nostalgic frame of mind I was in as a result of having just celebrated my 20th wedding anniversary. People were there I don't see often and who don't see one another often. Geri told us how she had helped Will and Emma move recently, thus retaining her unbroken streak of helping them move for 23 years. Aiding in this unabashed dive into the past was the fact that Steve's book THE PATHS OF THE DEAD just came out, and a number of people from his old gaming group were there. Beth couldn't remember what Cawti's name was in the game, and called the other Steve, not Brust, over to ask him. He blinked at her and said he didn't remember, it was twenty years ago and he'd lost a lot of files. Karen overheard and called Martin again, and Martin remembered. It will be a scary day when he doesn't.
Eileen arrived late, looking glorious in a black dress with red shiny embroidery. Lots of people looked glorious, actually. Karen had a splendid green velvet shirt and Bruce a lovely dark tealish silk one, and Laurel's purple and black were smashing. I want to say that I liked Kevin's giraffes, but I am not quite sure if they were giraffes. Dean had a great Hawaiian shirt and Laura a gold ensemble that was good with her hair. Other people looked spiffy too.
Laura Jean was very elegant, and also had coconuts. Oh, yes, daedela's hair was really pretty, especially the braid part on the sides, and she made me admire Linda's royal blue. Linda's son is as tall as she is.
To end this uncharacteristic digression into dress, a discussion for which I do not have the vocabulary -- Eileen was somewhat overset by the idea that David and I had been married for twenty years. She was at our wedding, and already a grownup. Yipes.
I had some nice conversation with Beth and other Steve and his wife, and with John and Jeanne -- who had a sweatshirt with cardinals on it that I coveted. Later Dean showed me his Hawaiian Pidgin version of the Gospel according to Matthew (When told that he will deny Jesus three times, Peter says, "No way! Not even!" which I loved) and his entire New Testament in Scots. Daedela liked that one. "Burns does the New Testament," she said. He also showed me one in Syriac that tried to fry my brain. If you were tired and most of the light came from the Christmas tree, it looked like Greek with flourishes. I was able to make out whole phrases, only of course they were not really there.
When other Steve asked me what I'd been doing, I answered, "Writing a novel and collecting sweeties." Hmmmm. There is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out.
Karen is very cute when tipsy. She thought the Chardonnay was very funny, which somehow seems appropriate.
Not long after that Eileen and I found ourselves sitting amiably but too tired to think of conversation. She found a ride home, and shortly thereafter Bruce, who had just offered Daedela a ride, offered me one too. When I went to tell David and collect a kiss, Karen remarked that it was very convenient that Bruce was giving me a ride home, because she was staying to party. Either Bruce or Daedela, I can't recall, remarked that parity would be conserved.
When I got home, I took my medication sans food, having eaten a fair amount of stuff at the party, and sure enough, I woke up at nine feeling nauseated. Feh. It was nice to be home and see my hermit, who fortunately was still up when I realized I had left my keys in that sweater. I medicated cats for the night as well. Cats did not suffer from nausea as far as I know. And I'd know. I also read a little bit in A WIZARD ALONE, and had no dreams that I remember.
Pamela
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Date: 2003-01-01 11:34 pm (UTC)Otherwise, the party sounds very lovely and festive.
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Date: 2003-01-02 11:38 am (UTC)Boots, hmmm, conceivably.
I want leggings with pockets. Especially since the style seems to be to wear leggings with oversized tops, the break in the smooth line is not going to be noticeable. Silly manufacterers.
Pamela