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being, actually, an update on what happened over the weekend, rather than an update taking place on the weekend itself.
wednesday
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darthrami and cmshaw. fetch rami at six-ish; stop by the bookstore to get a grammar book with exercises in it, so she can practice Correcting Things for the grammar test she'll have to take at the headhunter's on thursday; arrive at the movie theater at a little after seven, utterly stunned to have no trouble at all finding parking. realize that the early-opening-ness of the matrix: reloaded (for that was what we are there to see) doesn't begin until the 10:00 shows, so we don't have to compete with people who were there to see 4:00 and 7:00 screenings. run into jgesteve, indydc, and datlowen in the lobby; they're there to see X2. rami and i chat with them for a couple of minutes, then go to retrieve our pre-purchased tickets and meet cmshaw for dinner.
ThingsThatSuck.com: in which your friend, on saturday, buys two tickets for a movie on wednesday; and then you buy one ticket for the same movie; and it turns out that the movie theater is playing the thing on seventeen screens, so for the time you bought your tickets there are at least five screens showing the same film; and it turns out that your friend has two tickets for theater seven, while you have one ticket for theater six.
so it was a few minutes before we met cmshaw for dinner. rami and i talked to the girl at the counter, who obviously couldn't help us (and truthfully didn't seem to understand the problem). we spoke to a manager-type person, who did understand us, but was very sorry everything was sold out and he couldn't trade any of our tickets for ones in the same theater. normally, i wouldn't have given this much thought, but this was the fucking matrix, and it was going to be packed to the gills, and i didn't want to cause trouble. we decided that when there was more of a line, we'd find someone with tickets in one of the theaters we were in, and try to trade with them.
had dinner. hadn't seen cmshaw in a while, was glad to see her again.
back in line, we figured we were far more likely to find a couple with tickets for theater six than we were to find a solo with a ticket for theater seven. on this theory, cmshaw walked up and down the line trying to trade her and rami's tickets for something with a number six on it, rather than sending me to find one person with a number seven. (rami didn't do the hunting because she's shy of approaching strangers, and also currently a gimp. [g]) it wasn't long before we realized that even finding two people there by themselves was a tough assignment. most people were in groups of four or more, which shouldn't have surprised us. after several minutes, the line had wrapped around where the end was right next to us on the other side of the rope divider, and a couple came and joined it. i was delighted when they said they weren't waiting for anyone else. success! but, alas, they had tickets for theater nine. (see above, re: at least five screens.)
finally, cmshaw found a couple with tickets for theater six, who were happy to give them to her in exchange for her tickets for theater seven. and we saw the film, and it was good, and all was right with the world.
rami and i went home and watched the west wing finale, and i was just ahead of the characters at all times, which only demonstrates that i've watched far too much aaron sorkin. me: "i knew he'd drop something, but i thought it would have been the glass." then: glass hits the floor at the edge of the stack of pictures. me: "see, i'm thinking that what he really needs to do is step aside in favor of -- oh, but the vice president resigned." later, will bailey: "there's no vice president." me: "dude, which of those faxes is going to be the ransom note?" later, donna: "guys? this is one tank top on top of another tank top." was amused. was impressed with show. am not sure who the hell is going to write the season 5 opener, now that sorkin and schlamme are both done.
sic explicit wednesday.
thursday
i feel like something happened in the morning, but damn if i can remember what. what i do recall is that rami and i drove out to her thing at the headhunter's, stopping first at the mall because we had tons of time to kill and i wanted to get a cute outfit for the party in the evening. i did so; rami also bought clothing, which, as she noted, brought her clothing-purchase events to two in the same week, meaning the world is likely about to end. went to the headhunter. (i sat and read in the lobby.) returned home, to change and head into the city for Fox's Birthday Party, huzzah!
good thing we decided to stop back at chez rami, as it turned out: the headhunter had scheduled her an interview for monday, but it turned out that the place really wanted to see her on friday because they wanted to hire someone to start on monday. also, current employer had a fairly decent offer. it never rains, i said, but it pours. (in retrospect, this was a bad thing to say where the weather gods could hear me.) so with all the phoning and finding things to wear to the interview, we were a little later than we intended to be for the birthday party thing. okay, an hour later. but we got there.
the birthday hanging-out was fun. the first scotch and soda had a critter in it (wings, legs; protein, only, not so much), but after that false start, the drinks flowed smoothly, at least where i was concerned. rami and i were joined bydatlowen, who had to leave after only a few minutes, but whom i was glad to see anyway, as well as jgesteve, flt, mearagrrl, and esti626 -- none of whom, funnily enough, i actually met through LJ. life is funny like that, eh? (indydc had promised to be there, but never showed, grr. later learned that sowilo had intended to come, but couldn't get through to anyone to remind her where we were. bummer.) cmshaw would have been there, but she was feeling ickysick and stayed home instead. drank scotch. played pool. after the first two drinks (the first two bug-free ones, i mean) came in brandy snifters, the bartenders twigged to the fact that it was my birthday and started sending them (a) stronger and (b) in pint glasses. good times. went home; i recall having a Very Earnest Conversation with rami about le boy and That Other Guy and That One, but i don't really remember what i said about any of them. had no trouble falling asleep.
friday
woke up early (well, it felt like early, after thursday night) to take rami to her interview and then hustle back to the city so she could walk in the not-graduation ceremony they had prior to the commencement (at which, praise god, they didn't read individual names). got her there Just In Time, met up with her mom and brother, sat through the ceremony (sure, it was boring, but these things are never fascinating; excitement involved an old man having a medical emergency a few rows behind us and to the left during the main address to the class, but after a couple minutes of tension the old man was able to walk out on his own, though accompanied by the emergency-type people). went for some dinner, and then to bring ice cream to the still-ailing cmshaw. watched vids, spoke on the phone tolaurakaye until she disappeared, apparently a victim of a dead phone battery. came home, again in the middle of the night. no need to get up early on saturday. huzzah.
saturday
i only had to leave the house at about noon, to pick up a theatre ticket from a former co-worker (actually a former copy vendor, but close enough). schmoozed for a while there, playing with the nineteen-month-old while the hosts prepared for the party (crawfish boil; i don't know, they're from new orleans) that afternoon, at which my actual former co-workers and i would be arriving late. got a ride to the metro, met other theatre-goers: my former boss (who hates being called anybody's boss, but that's what she was -- okay, immediate supervisor, if it makes her happier), her sister, and the sister's friend. the show was 1776 at the ford's theatre, and i'm going to hell.
i like 1776. always have. i became aware of it (the movie version with william daniels) in, oh, who knows -- early in high school. this was a decent production, at the ford's, about seventy percent movie-imitation and thirty percent not. in particular, the characters of wilson, chase, and thompson the secretary were noticeably the same as in the movie. the characters of dickinson, hancock, rutledge (to a degree), and -- and this is why i bring it up -- jefferson were noticeably different. in the film, you'll recall, adams and jefferson didn't particularly like each other, but they respected each other and managed to forge a professional relationship for the purpose of getting the declaration written. (whether this is historically accurate or not is beside the point. the real john adams couldn't stand the real benjamin franklin, but in 1776 they're great pals. never mind.) this jefferson was much with the charming snark, and particularly enjoyed annoying this john adams, and no no no you will not have these thoughts about 1776 ... i couldn't help it! it's not even that the world of slash has irrevocably messed with my mind, because like i said, i knew the show before i had any idea of fandom, never mind slash fandom, and have in fact watched the movie (there it is, on my video rack) several times since having any such idea, and nothing of the sort had ever. occurred to me. until saturday. (and i hope it never will again.)
thence to the end of the crawfish boil at the copy vendor's. assorted former co-workers were there, including both Office Christmas Party Boy 2000 (whom i didn't go home with, remember), and J.A.S. from the office christmas party of 2001. also other people. chatted, things were pleasant, discovered i don't really care for crawfish. not much of a surprise.
that party ended, and i called rami -- who had been with her family all afternoon -- to learn that she was ultra-sleepy and didn't intend to go tosowilo's birthday party after all. so i went by myself; had some issues finding the place, but eventually got there, and was startled that jgesteve and indydc and i were not the only ones to arrive on time. in fact, most people arrived on time. this was new to me. i was driving, so i switched to soda after a very decent frozen margarita. surrendered my phone number to a friend of sowilo's when he defeated her in a guinness race (after ruling the first round, irish car bombs, a foul when he bumped her elbow). played some pool with jgesteve, and he won. i repeat: jgesteve beat me at pool. i suck. he da man. :-) watched everyone get drunker and drunker. chatted some more with the friend. chatted some with one of his roommates, as well, who told me he'd told her he wanted my number some time before the irish car bomb race thing, and wouldn't have bet (i forget what sowilo would have gotten if she'd won, but the bet between her and the friend was that he'd get my number if she lost -- doesn't make a ton of sense, but there you are) if he hadn't been sure he'd win. she also had reassuring things to say about his personality and intentions. jgesteve and indydc were very good about making sure i didn't need rescuing, which i didn't, so they went home, and i ... didn't.
sunday
got home at about 6:30 a.m., showered, took a nap until rami woke me up and told me it was time to go. drove into the city, found excellent parking, got quick breakfast and met cmshaw, trudged to the ellipse and huddled in the (very light) rain until and then through commencement. (me: just a bundle of aches. due no doubt in part to the weather and in part to the several nights running of sleeping on the couch, but also to the veritable collar of really impressive bruises i'd managed to come home with. endorphins are all fine and well, until they go away.) had coffee and then late brunch with rami's mom and brother, and then they went off to drive home and rami and cmshaw and i went back to chez rami, where there was buffy on the vcr and napping on the other couch, and then pizza. (and buttercream eggs, also called erotica in my mouth, which rami had made for me for my birthday! mmm-yum.) i'd intended to drive home in the evening, but it got later and later, and i wasn't getting any less tired, so i sacked out on the couch one more time.
monday
woke up around 11:00. apartment was empty. collected my belongings (except, i realized once i was out the door, four bottles of soda) and finally left. stopped by the safeway to get diet cream soda, and they had none. bastards. drove home, without incident, and took a nap when i arrived. slept from like 3:30 to like 8:00. am therefore now wide awake. good news, though, is that aches are mainly gone and bruises are considerably faded.
sic explicit fox's birthday weekend in toto. it's good, having nothing school-related one is supposed to be doing. couple more weeks of that, before the russian classes start. i shall continue to be a complete lazybones. (i shall concentrate, furthermore, on not waiting for the phone to ring.)
wednesday
drive up to dc in the evening to go to the movies with
darthrami and cmshaw. fetch rami at six-ish; stop by the bookstore to get a grammar book with exercises in it, so she can practice Correcting Things for the grammar test she'll have to take at the headhunter's on thursday; arrive at the movie theater at a little after seven, utterly stunned to have no trouble at all finding parking. realize that the early-opening-ness of the matrix: reloaded (for that was what we are there to see) doesn't begin until the 10:00 shows, so we don't have to compete with people who were there to see 4:00 and 7:00 screenings. run into jgesteve, indydc, and datlowen in the lobby; they're there to see X2. rami and i chat with them for a couple of minutes, then go to retrieve our pre-purchased tickets and meet cmshaw for dinner.ThingsThatSuck.com: in which your friend, on saturday, buys two tickets for a movie on wednesday; and then you buy one ticket for the same movie; and it turns out that the movie theater is playing the thing on seventeen screens, so for the time you bought your tickets there are at least five screens showing the same film; and it turns out that your friend has two tickets for theater seven, while you have one ticket for theater six.
so it was a few minutes before we met cmshaw for dinner. rami and i talked to the girl at the counter, who obviously couldn't help us (and truthfully didn't seem to understand the problem). we spoke to a manager-type person, who did understand us, but was very sorry everything was sold out and he couldn't trade any of our tickets for ones in the same theater. normally, i wouldn't have given this much thought, but this was the fucking matrix, and it was going to be packed to the gills, and i didn't want to cause trouble. we decided that when there was more of a line, we'd find someone with tickets in one of the theaters we were in, and try to trade with them.
had dinner. hadn't seen cmshaw in a while, was glad to see her again.
back in line, we figured we were far more likely to find a couple with tickets for theater six than we were to find a solo with a ticket for theater seven. on this theory, cmshaw walked up and down the line trying to trade her and rami's tickets for something with a number six on it, rather than sending me to find one person with a number seven. (rami didn't do the hunting because she's shy of approaching strangers, and also currently a gimp. [g]) it wasn't long before we realized that even finding two people there by themselves was a tough assignment. most people were in groups of four or more, which shouldn't have surprised us. after several minutes, the line had wrapped around where the end was right next to us on the other side of the rope divider, and a couple came and joined it. i was delighted when they said they weren't waiting for anyone else. success! but, alas, they had tickets for theater nine. (see above, re: at least five screens.)
finally, cmshaw found a couple with tickets for theater six, who were happy to give them to her in exchange for her tickets for theater seven. and we saw the film, and it was good, and all was right with the world.
rami and i went home and watched the west wing finale, and i was just ahead of the characters at all times, which only demonstrates that i've watched far too much aaron sorkin. me: "i knew he'd drop something, but i thought it would have been the glass." then: glass hits the floor at the edge of the stack of pictures. me: "see, i'm thinking that what he really needs to do is step aside in favor of -- oh, but the vice president resigned." later, will bailey: "there's no vice president." me: "dude, which of those faxes is going to be the ransom note?" later, donna: "guys? this is one tank top on top of another tank top." was amused. was impressed with show. am not sure who the hell is going to write the season 5 opener, now that sorkin and schlamme are both done.
sic explicit wednesday.
thursday
i feel like something happened in the morning, but damn if i can remember what. what i do recall is that rami and i drove out to her thing at the headhunter's, stopping first at the mall because we had tons of time to kill and i wanted to get a cute outfit for the party in the evening. i did so; rami also bought clothing, which, as she noted, brought her clothing-purchase events to two in the same week, meaning the world is likely about to end. went to the headhunter. (i sat and read in the lobby.) returned home, to change and head into the city for Fox's Birthday Party, huzzah!
good thing we decided to stop back at chez rami, as it turned out: the headhunter had scheduled her an interview for monday, but it turned out that the place really wanted to see her on friday because they wanted to hire someone to start on monday. also, current employer had a fairly decent offer. it never rains, i said, but it pours. (in retrospect, this was a bad thing to say where the weather gods could hear me.) so with all the phoning and finding things to wear to the interview, we were a little later than we intended to be for the birthday party thing. okay, an hour later. but we got there.
the birthday hanging-out was fun. the first scotch and soda had a critter in it (wings, legs; protein, only, not so much), but after that false start, the drinks flowed smoothly, at least where i was concerned. rami and i were joined by
datlowen, who had to leave after only a few minutes, but whom i was glad to see anyway, as well as jgesteve, flt, mearagrrl, and esti626 -- none of whom, funnily enough, i actually met through LJ. life is funny like that, eh? (indydc had promised to be there, but never showed, grr. later learned that sowilo had intended to come, but couldn't get through to anyone to remind her where we were. bummer.) cmshaw would have been there, but she was feeling ickysick and stayed home instead. drank scotch. played pool. after the first two drinks (the first two bug-free ones, i mean) came in brandy snifters, the bartenders twigged to the fact that it was my birthday and started sending them (a) stronger and (b) in pint glasses. good times. went home; i recall having a Very Earnest Conversation with rami about le boy and That Other Guy and That One, but i don't really remember what i said about any of them. had no trouble falling asleep.friday
woke up early (well, it felt like early, after thursday night) to take rami to her interview and then hustle back to the city so she could walk in the not-graduation ceremony they had prior to the commencement (at which, praise god, they didn't read individual names). got her there Just In Time, met up with her mom and brother, sat through the ceremony (sure, it was boring, but these things are never fascinating; excitement involved an old man having a medical emergency a few rows behind us and to the left during the main address to the class, but after a couple minutes of tension the old man was able to walk out on his own, though accompanied by the emergency-type people). went for some dinner, and then to bring ice cream to the still-ailing cmshaw. watched vids, spoke on the phone to
laurakaye until she disappeared, apparently a victim of a dead phone battery. came home, again in the middle of the night. no need to get up early on saturday. huzzah.saturday
i only had to leave the house at about noon, to pick up a theatre ticket from a former co-worker (actually a former copy vendor, but close enough). schmoozed for a while there, playing with the nineteen-month-old while the hosts prepared for the party (crawfish boil; i don't know, they're from new orleans) that afternoon, at which my actual former co-workers and i would be arriving late. got a ride to the metro, met other theatre-goers: my former boss (who hates being called anybody's boss, but that's what she was -- okay, immediate supervisor, if it makes her happier), her sister, and the sister's friend. the show was 1776 at the ford's theatre, and i'm going to hell.
i like 1776. always have. i became aware of it (the movie version with william daniels) in, oh, who knows -- early in high school. this was a decent production, at the ford's, about seventy percent movie-imitation and thirty percent not. in particular, the characters of wilson, chase, and thompson the secretary were noticeably the same as in the movie. the characters of dickinson, hancock, rutledge (to a degree), and -- and this is why i bring it up -- jefferson were noticeably different. in the film, you'll recall, adams and jefferson didn't particularly like each other, but they respected each other and managed to forge a professional relationship for the purpose of getting the declaration written. (whether this is historically accurate or not is beside the point. the real john adams couldn't stand the real benjamin franklin, but in 1776 they're great pals. never mind.) this jefferson was much with the charming snark, and particularly enjoyed annoying this john adams, and no no no you will not have these thoughts about 1776 ... i couldn't help it! it's not even that the world of slash has irrevocably messed with my mind, because like i said, i knew the show before i had any idea of fandom, never mind slash fandom, and have in fact watched the movie (there it is, on my video rack) several times since having any such idea, and nothing of the sort had ever. occurred to me. until saturday. (and i hope it never will again.)
thence to the end of the crawfish boil at the copy vendor's. assorted former co-workers were there, including both Office Christmas Party Boy 2000 (whom i didn't go home with, remember), and J.A.S. from the office christmas party of 2001. also other people. chatted, things were pleasant, discovered i don't really care for crawfish. not much of a surprise.
that party ended, and i called rami -- who had been with her family all afternoon -- to learn that she was ultra-sleepy and didn't intend to go to
sowilo's birthday party after all. so i went by myself; had some issues finding the place, but eventually got there, and was startled that jgesteve and indydc and i were not the only ones to arrive on time. in fact, most people arrived on time. this was new to me. i was driving, so i switched to soda after a very decent frozen margarita. surrendered my phone number to a friend of sowilo's when he defeated her in a guinness race (after ruling the first round, irish car bombs, a foul when he bumped her elbow). played some pool with jgesteve, and he won. i repeat: jgesteve beat me at pool. i suck. he da man. :-) watched everyone get drunker and drunker. chatted some more with the friend. chatted some with one of his roommates, as well, who told me he'd told her he wanted my number some time before the irish car bomb race thing, and wouldn't have bet (i forget what sowilo would have gotten if she'd won, but the bet between her and the friend was that he'd get my number if she lost -- doesn't make a ton of sense, but there you are) if he hadn't been sure he'd win. she also had reassuring things to say about his personality and intentions. jgesteve and indydc were very good about making sure i didn't need rescuing, which i didn't, so they went home, and i ... didn't.sunday
got home at about 6:30 a.m., showered, took a nap until rami woke me up and told me it was time to go. drove into the city, found excellent parking, got quick breakfast and met cmshaw, trudged to the ellipse and huddled in the (very light) rain until and then through commencement. (me: just a bundle of aches. due no doubt in part to the weather and in part to the several nights running of sleeping on the couch, but also to the veritable collar of really impressive bruises i'd managed to come home with. endorphins are all fine and well, until they go away.) had coffee and then late brunch with rami's mom and brother, and then they went off to drive home and rami and cmshaw and i went back to chez rami, where there was buffy on the vcr and napping on the other couch, and then pizza. (and buttercream eggs, also called erotica in my mouth, which rami had made for me for my birthday! mmm-yum.) i'd intended to drive home in the evening, but it got later and later, and i wasn't getting any less tired, so i sacked out on the couch one more time.
monday
woke up around 11:00. apartment was empty. collected my belongings (except, i realized once i was out the door, four bottles of soda) and finally left. stopped by the safeway to get diet cream soda, and they had none. bastards. drove home, without incident, and took a nap when i arrived. slept from like 3:30 to like 8:00. am therefore now wide awake. good news, though, is that aches are mainly gone and bruises are considerably faded.
sic explicit fox's birthday weekend in toto. it's good, having nothing school-related one is supposed to be doing. couple more weeks of that, before the russian classes start. i shall continue to be a complete lazybones. (i shall concentrate, furthermore, on not waiting for the phone to ring.)
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