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offbalanceThe last 36 hours I've had a cough that belongs in a Puccini opera. One moment I'm fine, the next I'm gripping on furniture to make sure I don't hit the ground. And sometimes there's no furniture to grip, so I do hit the ground.
Wow. That was emo. Sorry about that.
(and speaking of emo, check out this amazing Fall Out Boy parody that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
whtegrlwthehair found.)
I had a fantastic weekend. Really fantastic.
Despite no plans prior to that morning, Saturday was a pretty full day. The last month or so,leopard_lady and I have established a kind of unofficial tradition - if we run into each other on gchat on a weekend morning, there's a pretty good chance that we'll end up having brunch somewhere. This Saturday was no exception, and this time Maya joined us as well at Purity Diner. After the food, Maya headed home, and Jill and I wound up doing the unthinkable.
We went to the Atlantic Center Target on a Saturday. And it was scary! But we got what we needed and got the hell out of dodge. Then we went our separate ways, I went to C-Town, and then spent the next two hours making pasta salad for a barbeque I was attending on Monday (more on that later). Then I stopped bydamiella's so that she could give me a copy of this book . We hung out for a bit, which was nice. Then it was home, sleep, ignorning the cold-like symptoms I was fighting with, and to rise early for my cousin's Bridal Shower.
Sunday - schlepped out to Lawn Guy Land for my cousin's bridal shower. Was fun, despite my belief that it would be anything but. Then home, dinner, and then I hung out with some of the sci-fi people later in the evening. We discovered this awesome place on Avenue A called El Dar. It's decorated like some kind of Arabian Nights fantasy, and we sat on a couch under a canopy, drank Sangria and I watched the rest of the table smoke a hookah. (I was coughing a lot, and I didn't want to make it worse. My body isn't happy with smoke on a good day. And this was not a good day.) But my brain wasn't hearing of it, as Monday held bigger plans.
Monday was a spectacular barbeque at Casa Mama dealcestis, in New Joisey.
It was kind of a kick for me - I finally go to ride the train that used to be my 10-minute warning for my trip back to Albany. They always used to call the Trenton Local before they called the train I would take. In fact, I used to know all of the stops (not so much anymore, as I discovered).leopard_lady and I had settled into our seats when we received at text from blergeatkitty, who was on the very same train with kip3f! So we hung out, and got chastised by a conductor. Not for drinking cider and hard lemonade on public transit, but for laughing too loudly. Yes, you read that correctly. We soon arrived, discovering that teany had been on the train with us as well, and headed back to the house, where we were met by alcestis, tacologic & several cats, and later joined by houseofdanie & friend, tehdawgfather, laughingirl and drewness. Then there was sun. There was excellent music. There was much laughter. There was meat. There was a whole lotta Mike's. There was my first attempt at my mom's famous pasta primavera recipie, which I am gratified to report did NOT kill anyone, and was eaten by many. This is encouraging. Encouraging enough for me to perhaps make it for the next summer potluck I am invited to. Good times.
Unfortunately, on the train ride home, my body finally decided that it had enough, and I've been feeling poorly ever since. Generally I have to be half or mostly dead to be willing to call out of work, and the fact that I can actually get out of bed makes me wonder if I should drag myself in tomorrow. And I'm pretty sure that I should, until I start coughing my brains out, forget what I was saying, and then feel the need to lay down again. *sigh* It's a vicious cycle. I'm going to take some more Robitussin, and maybe tomorrow off.
Wow. That was emo. Sorry about that.
(and speaking of emo, check out this amazing Fall Out Boy parody that
whtegrlwthehair found.)I had a fantastic weekend. Really fantastic.
Despite no plans prior to that morning, Saturday was a pretty full day. The last month or so,
leopard_lady and I have established a kind of unofficial tradition - if we run into each other on gchat on a weekend morning, there's a pretty good chance that we'll end up having brunch somewhere. This Saturday was no exception, and this time Maya joined us as well at Purity Diner. After the food, Maya headed home, and Jill and I wound up doing the unthinkable.We went to the Atlantic Center Target on a Saturday. And it was scary! But we got what we needed and got the hell out of dodge. Then we went our separate ways, I went to C-Town, and then spent the next two hours making pasta salad for a barbeque I was attending on Monday (more on that later). Then I stopped by
damiella's so that she could give me a copy of this book . We hung out for a bit, which was nice. Then it was home, sleep, ignorning the cold-like symptoms I was fighting with, and to rise early for my cousin's Bridal Shower. Sunday - schlepped out to Lawn Guy Land for my cousin's bridal shower. Was fun, despite my belief that it would be anything but. Then home, dinner, and then I hung out with some of the sci-fi people later in the evening. We discovered this awesome place on Avenue A called El Dar. It's decorated like some kind of Arabian Nights fantasy, and we sat on a couch under a canopy, drank Sangria and I watched the rest of the table smoke a hookah. (I was coughing a lot, and I didn't want to make it worse. My body isn't happy with smoke on a good day. And this was not a good day.) But my brain wasn't hearing of it, as Monday held bigger plans.
Monday was a spectacular barbeque at Casa Mama de
alcestis, in New Joisey. It was kind of a kick for me - I finally go to ride the train that used to be my 10-minute warning for my trip back to Albany. They always used to call the Trenton Local before they called the train I would take. In fact, I used to know all of the stops (not so much anymore, as I discovered).
leopard_lady and I had settled into our seats when we received at text from blergeatkitty, who was on the very same train with kip3f! So we hung out, and got chastised by a conductor. Not for drinking cider and hard lemonade on public transit, but for laughing too loudly. Yes, you read that correctly. We soon arrived, discovering that teany had been on the train with us as well, and headed back to the house, where we were met by alcestis, tacologic & several cats, and later joined by houseofdanie & friend, tehdawgfather, laughingirl and drewness. Then there was sun. There was excellent music. There was much laughter. There was meat. There was a whole lotta Mike's. There was my first attempt at my mom's famous pasta primavera recipie, which I am gratified to report did NOT kill anyone, and was eaten by many. This is encouraging. Encouraging enough for me to perhaps make it for the next summer potluck I am invited to. Good times. Unfortunately, on the train ride home, my body finally decided that it had enough, and I've been feeling poorly ever since. Generally I have to be half or mostly dead to be willing to call out of work, and the fact that I can actually get out of bed makes me wonder if I should drag myself in tomorrow. And I'm pretty sure that I should, until I start coughing my brains out, forget what I was saying, and then feel the need to lay down again. *sigh* It's a vicious cycle. I'm going to take some more Robitussin, and maybe tomorrow off.
