Trying to recapture a little of the glory of..

I had a great great post started, but dinner was imminent and I foolishly decided to leave everything, without saving, with the mistaken submission that it would all be *fine* for the half hour it took me to eat, and come back.

But no. Of course not. No. Some atomic asshole at Con Ed decided that we needed to have a 20-second blackout. Just enough to kill everything. I know it's my fault for not saving, but I don't feel like being fair right now. I'm aggravated and I don't think I'll be able to work back into the same mood I was in before.

So anyway, as I will try to continue saying:

Sounds like I missed quite an outing last night. One of these days I really hope I get to make one of the ntang-oramas/gathering of the ozzdofanclub. Especially now that I'm trying to force myself to overcome some of my shyness. I know I don't act or appear shy, especially on here, but I am, especially after initially meeting new people. I'm great at the first meeting or two, but when it comes to making plans afterwards I freeze up, worried that I'm not going to be fun to hang around with. Freeze up is the wrong word. That suggests a momentary reaction, and not the hours of substantial, numbing panic that can erupt at the thought of trying to plan something, or accepting an invitation. *shakes head* I really need to get over this. It's not as bad as it used to be, but it's not nearly as gone as I'd like it to be.

Anyway, I spent yesterday over in Queens visiting with Carly and Tim, which was great, because I haven't been out to their house in ages. quasisonic came with me this time, and also managed to make sure that I got off at the correct stop on the train (Broadway) rather than Flushing - Main Street, which I got off at the last time I took the railroad out and Tim had to come and get me at the Flushing LIRR station. It was fantastic to see them. We caught up, spent some time flipping through Carly's vast array of wedding porn Bridal Magazines and such, then they took us out to dinner at a great tapas place on Bell Boulevard, where we feasted on clams and empanadas and olives and cheese and skirt steak. We had the place to ourselves for most of the meal, sipping on sweet sangria [*sings Tori*] and bitching about our respective jobs. Then we came back to the house, Tim made us enormous glasses of Jack Daniels & Ginger Ale, and we settled in to watch South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut. There was also strawberry ice cream and Animal House after that, but I passed out right at the beginning of the movie and woke up at the very end. *sigh* So I still haven't really seen it.

There's more, but it's late and I need my bed. *sigh* There's never enough time!! And now baseball season is starting up again (I was watching part of the Yankees exhibition in Japan game before) I'll get even less sleep. Crap.

Trying to recapture a little of the glory of..

I had a great great post started, but dinner was imminent and I foolishly decided to leave everything, without saving, with the mistaken submission that it would all be *fine* for the half hour it took me to eat, and come back.

But no. Of course not. No. Some atomic asshole at Con Ed decided that we needed to have a 20-second blackout. Just enough to kill everything. I know it's my fault for not saving, but I don't feel like being fair right now. I'm aggravated and I don't think I'll be able to work back into the same mood I was in before.

So anyway, as I will try to continue saying:

Sounds like I missed quite an outing last night. One of these days I really hope I get to make one of the ntang-oramas/gathering of the ozzdofanclub. Especially now that I'm trying to force myself to overcome some of my shyness. I know I don't act or appear shy, especially on here, but I am, especially after initially meeting new people. I'm great at the first meeting or two, but when it comes to making plans afterwards I freeze up, worried that I'm not going to be fun to hang around with. Freeze up is the wrong word. That suggests a momentary reaction, and not the hours of substantial, numbing panic that can erupt at the thought of trying to plan something, or accepting an invitation. *shakes head* I really need to get over this. It's not as bad as it used to be, but it's not nearly as gone as I'd like it to be.

Anyway, I spent yesterday over in Queens visiting with Carly and Tim, which was great, because I haven't been out to their house in ages. quasisonic came with me this time, and also managed to make sure that I got off at the correct stop on the train (Broadway) rather than Flushing - Main Street, which I got off at the last time I took the railroad out and Tim had to come and get me at the Flushing LIRR station. It was fantastic to see them. We caught up, spent some time flipping through Carly's vast array of wedding porn Bridal Magazines and such, then they took us out to dinner at a great tapas place on Bell Boulevard, where we feasted on clams and empanadas and olives and cheese and skirt steak. We had the place to ourselves for most of the meal, sipping on sweet sangria [*sings Tori*] and bitching about our respective jobs. Then we came back to the house, Tim made us enormous glasses of Jack Daniels & Ginger Ale, and we settled in to watch South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut. There was also strawberry ice cream and Animal House after that, but I passed out right at the beginning of the movie and woke up at the very end. *sigh* So I still haven't really seen it.

There's more, but it's late and I need my bed. *sigh* There's never enough time!! And now baseball season is starting up again (I was watching part of the Yankees exhibition in Japan game before) I'll get even less sleep. Crap.