Saturday evening was Melissa (housemate) and my "birthdaywarming" (TM OtherElizabeth) party.
Due to it being summer (plus being the same weekend as ReaderCon, etc.) it was a lower turnout than we would have liked, but oh well.
Roza brought greetings from Chaz as per usual. He calls me "Her Majesty" so as to remember that my name is Elizabeth. Roza said one of these days he's going to slip and call me "Victoria." Some of you will understand why I find this hysterical.
Jessie made me a collage of "What I Learned from My Mother" by Julia Kasdorf (because I'm so subtle about how much I love that poem).
Jessie Twittered Amy to tell her her booze went to good use. (Though srsly we still have an exorbitant amount. Come visit!)
I called SciFi "the syphilis network" (TM JadeLennox).
I also have to say that I love Jessie's explicit clarity -- e.g., "You can keep rubbing my back, if you want you, you don't have to."
Sunday evening, I got off the phone and went out to the living room.
me: My mom says Happy Birthday again, and it was nice to meet you.
Melissa: That was your MOM you were talking to? About JASON?
(My mom had been talking about how there were few enough people at the party that she could actually retain identities of new people, and she said that at one point Cate had been talking about Jason and she realized that it was *that* Cate talking about *that* Jason, but she didn't want to be like, "Oh I know who you are; I have read about you," because she thought that would be weird. I said I didn't think Cate would have minded -- and in fact told Cate the story after class the next day.)
The other day, Melissa was talking about someone and said, "He's young; he's younger than you," and I said, "That is young!" When I say things like that I still feel like, "When did I get old enough that younger than me is young?" even though it's not like I haven't looked at online dating sites and basically refused to look at anyone who's college-age (which is a few years younger than the person in question, but still).
From an email from my dad:
Sent: Sunday, July 12, 2009 8:27:00 PM♥
Subject: Did you make it out here today?
The computer looked exactly like it did when I left (I had left up a joke and a hi elizabeth when I left to go biking), I hope that doesn't mean Terry is in more trouble.
Terry got called in to work on Sunday and, I learned on Tuesday, was originally gonna just be until noon and then it kept being like, "Oh can you stay another hour?" and then it was like quarter of four and he was like, "I need to go!" at which point he got my voicemail from 2:30 wherein I said, "I'm getting the 3:00 train back into the city 'cause I have stuff I need to be back in the city for, so show up in the next 15 minutes or else call me sometime and we'll reschedule." So we rescheduled for Tuesday. I'd seen him briefly over Fourth of July, but I've learned to be skeptical of his "I'm fine" presentation, and while I'm still somewhat skeptical, it continues to seem genuine, and we actually got to talk for a good twenty to thirty minutes about real stuff, so that also helps me believe that the emotional presentation was genuine.