It is not yet Advent, I swear. We are having lovely autumn weather. And yet I had parts of "Joy to the World" stuck in my head Saturday afternoon when I was heading out to the library.
At one point Saturday afternoon, my housemate's in her bedroom on her laptop and she goes, "Oh, you're logged on!" (I'm like never on AIM.) She said she was like, "Who's VelmasLizard? Whoever it is, she's coming to my party tonight. Oh -- that's my roommate." [My Away Message was "homework/sermon -- party @ 8pm"]
The party ended up being me and my Smith friends in the dining room and everyone else in the living room (which at one point included a couple people playing Dominion on the floor), but it was fine. I was flipping off Allie and Jessie like whoa, and Jessie hugged me when I said one of the first things Ari and bonded over was Santa Issues, and I didn't get to talk to Hilary barely at all until v. late which I felt sad about 'cause I haven't seen her in ages but she seemed to have a good time and she and I did get to catch up near the end (and did I mention she brought cookies? oh, and Mark brought peanut brittle). And at one point when there was a mixed crowd in the dining room a bunch of us were talking about Yuletide and we didn't have to define it for anyone (though we did have to define OT3). And I blathered to eisa about sermon-writing. And Jack complimented me on owning Apples to Apples (I like Jack) and Jessie said I should have a game night. After the holidays, we agreed. Melissa points out Arisia is late January (January 15-18, 2010) so, I dunno, we'll figure something out. We did actually eliminate 3 bottles from our bar (coconut rum, vodka, tequila), so we will actually have to do some restocking before our next party (Amy: I thought of you every time someone picked up the giant bottle of strawberry daiquiri or the not-as-giant bottle of margarita mix). And I got some petting from Jason -- and some serious shoulder/back massage from Cate.
Hilary recommended eco-comics -- which looks at comics through the lens of economics. She mentioned the one about a recent Dinosaur Comics and I was like, "When I first read that comic I thought of the marriage problem," and I talked about the conversations we'd had in Maine.
By ~1:40am, everyone was out and we had done sufficient cleanup to go to bed. It took me about an hour to wind down, I think in part because I'd collected about a dozen mental notes over the course of the night that I wanted to at least write down to follow up on later. These included:
* My Thai Vegan Cafe in Chinatown [Yelp]
* The conference in Kalamazoo is the International Congress on Medieval Studies (ICMS).
* Mr. Potato Head
* "Sleep No More" (ART -- "an immersive production inspired by Shakespeare’s Macbeth, told through the lens of a Hitchcock thriller.")
* public tax records in Norway
My alarm woke me up at 7:30am; I turned it off ... and got up ~20minutes later. L. had accidentally finished off my (1%) milk making Irish Coffee last night, not realizing there was a smaller thing of whole milk out on the dining room table with all the other drinks. (When I came home from church Sunday afternoon, bearing a gallon of milk from the corner story, Melissa said, "There isn't room in the fridge for that." My dad would be proud, however -- I rearranged things and made room.) So I didn't have breakfast until ~10am -- I hit Dunkin' Donuts between SCBC and CHPC. I got 2 egg&cheese on an English muffin, and a small pumpkin coffee -- which I finished in about a half an hour. I think the coffee made me feel a bit sick -- hi, drugs -- though it's hard to tell precise causality. (And we had a guest preacher, so I probably actually would have stayed awake through service, but oh well.)