Current mood:	recumbent
Current music:	The Knack, "My Sharona" (on VH-1 Classic)

For An Introvert, I've Been Awfully Social Lately....
I managed to spend all three days of my holiday weekend hanging out with friends. A few highlights:


On Saturday, we got together with sirvalence and bushi7 and their kids at the Children's Museum. Highlights included riding the carousel with bushi7, dressing up as sea critters (I was an octopus, wheee!) and dancing around with Morgan, and admiring the miniature "dinoramas". (My favorite: a Hapsburgian dollhouse populated by powdered-wig-wearing little plastic dinos, one of which sat poised to play a harpsichord -- despite his wee vestigal T-rex arms.) I also spent a lot of time chatting with bushi7 about everything from sewing to gaming. Then it was off to Broad Ripple for Indian food and ice cream. Mmmmmm. sirvalence was right, it really had been far too long since we'd all gotten together. We've toyed with the idea of going with them and luzetski and Michele to a not-too-far-away amusement park sometime this summer; I hope we can make that happen, because I think that would be a lot of fun.



After having to bail on a previously-scheduled shopping trip due to sudden high fever, I was quite happy to have another opportunity on Sunday for shopping with Li. We started with a delicious lunch at Kona Grill, where the guy at the host stand asked us, after pointing us toward the outdoor seating, "...and are you both over 21?" After the laughter subsided, Li had the presence of mind to respond, "Yes, but thank you for asking." I'm still not sure whether it was our not-quite-five-feet-tall stature that did it (Li and I are the most improbable little bookends, roughly the same age, height, mass, and insanity), or the fact that unlike the more conservative of their clientele, I was wearing a loose purple embroidered India cotton shirt and flared jeans, and Li was in jeans and a Happy Bunny "cute but psycho" t-shirt.

Then it was off to the Temple of Shoes. Although Li and I have accumulated quite different shoe collections -- hers generally says "I am a sexy, sophisticated woman with a healthy sense of whimsy," whereas mine says more "I am a ten-year-old perkygoth lesbian-in-training" -- it turns out that we have a very similar sense of which shoes deserve serious mocking. And with the huge preponderance of "sexy" heels featuring outsize "pollenate me!" floral displays on the toe or ankle, we even identified a new order in the taxonomy of shoes: Shoes that say "fuck me," just not to human beings.

We laughed a lot. And even though our original mission was not entirely successful until, Wizard-of-Oz-like, we found the thing we were looking for back home in Li's own closet, we're looking forward to future shopping trips together.



I spent the early part of Monday recovering the seat cushion of our couch, which we got ten years ago at a garage sale and which, despite recently sprouting some sizable bare patches and holes in the seat covering, remains far too comfy to get rid of. The most impressive part of the recovering probably wasn't the sewing itself -- I pinned a wall tapestry around the cushion, cut away the excess, then machine-stitched two straight lines and hand-stitched along the short end once the cushion was inside the new cover -- but rather the sight of me wrasslin' the bigger-than-me cushion up two flights of stairs to the attic/craft room and then into submission while I got the cover pinned. It could practically have been a sideshow at a very lame hillbilly county fair. (I was even stripped down to my bra -- the attic gets a tad warm in the spring and summer -- but I suppose for true redneck ambience the bra would've needed leather fringe or a Harley emblem or something....)

In the evening, we went out for a very nice dinner with luzetski and Michele. While one does not generally expect in nice restaurants that the question "What do you think is the yummiest entree on the menu for vegetarians?" will be answered with "Oh, crap!", our waiter did recover pretty quickly, and the capellini he recommended was indeed quite tasty. (arenson9 and I sometimes joke that we really oughtta preempt waitpersons at nice restaurants and tell them not to bother telling us about any specials that involve red meat or shellfish -- because in most cases that would save them the trouble of having to telling us about any specials at all. But it does seem to make a lot of them nervous -- especially in the Midwest -- when they find out we're not impressed with their delicious dead cows....)


This weekend promises to be amusing as well. Gaming tomorrow: our second session of luzetski's five-or-six-times-a-year game, the first session of which was... back in February. (This is what happens when wildly overcommitted people try to game together....)

And now, sleep.