Weekend part two!
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msscribe!
I hung about with the wee one while Evan mowed the lawn, and then Dionne came home and we had lunch and then went forth to do some shopping. Once back, we put the turkey in its brine soak in the bottom of her fridge (oh my, how I YEARN for a proper refrigerator!). Then we went out to dinner for these great nachos and some amazing crab toast. A quiet night followed.
Then a very early morning of preparing the best turkey you will ever eat. I napped while Dionne obsessively vacuumed the house—I kid you not, she did it six times. (Her sister, later: "You know we never look at the floor!") However, given that Dionne was about to host her very first holiday family gathering, can one blame her for being nervous? One cannot.
Before the family really took over,tromboneborges and epicyclical stopped by and we worked our way through that EW 90s pop culture quiz and proved ourselves mavens once again, because we rule.
Dionne's family is, of course, as groovy as Dionne herself. Funny and fun and warm and welcoming. I had a really great time, even if I did keep cleaning. It's the nervous habit of the poor relation, I suppose. So much fun! Such great, great people!
And now, a lesson about karma. I got on the train in Wilmington going north and as usual on a Sunday evening, especially a holiday, there were no seats at all. I walked down to the middle of the car because there wasn't even standing room at the ends. So this girl behind me, she's all Miss Attitude and is like, "Why are you stopping?" and I'm like, "There are no seats." And she gets all freaked out and flips open her phone and calls someone and is carrying on, etc. So the conductor comes down the aisle and she's still yammering away, though I can't quite hear her as I have retreated into my ipod. He just looks at her blankly as she rants on and on, and takes her ticket. Then he comes to me, takes my ticket and says, this woman sitting right next to where you are is getting off in Philadelphia." So he takes her seat check off, and puts mine in its place, hard, as if to say, "Yeah, bitch, SHE gets the seat, not your skinny ass."
That's what I'm talking about.
msscribe!I hung about with the wee one while Evan mowed the lawn, and then Dionne came home and we had lunch and then went forth to do some shopping. Once back, we put the turkey in its brine soak in the bottom of her fridge (oh my, how I YEARN for a proper refrigerator!). Then we went out to dinner for these great nachos and some amazing crab toast. A quiet night followed.
Then a very early morning of preparing the best turkey you will ever eat. I napped while Dionne obsessively vacuumed the house—I kid you not, she did it six times. (Her sister, later: "You know we never look at the floor!") However, given that Dionne was about to host her very first holiday family gathering, can one blame her for being nervous? One cannot.
Before the family really took over,
tromboneborges and epicyclical stopped by and we worked our way through that EW 90s pop culture quiz and proved ourselves mavens once again, because we rule.Dionne's family is, of course, as groovy as Dionne herself. Funny and fun and warm and welcoming. I had a really great time, even if I did keep cleaning. It's the nervous habit of the poor relation, I suppose. So much fun! Such great, great people!
And now, a lesson about karma. I got on the train in Wilmington going north and as usual on a Sunday evening, especially a holiday, there were no seats at all. I walked down to the middle of the car because there wasn't even standing room at the ends. So this girl behind me, she's all Miss Attitude and is like, "Why are you stopping?" and I'm like, "There are no seats." And she gets all freaked out and flips open her phone and calls someone and is carrying on, etc. So the conductor comes down the aisle and she's still yammering away, though I can't quite hear her as I have retreated into my ipod. He just looks at her blankly as she rants on and on, and takes her ticket. Then he comes to me, takes my ticket and says, this woman sitting right next to where you are is getting off in Philadelphia." So he takes her seat check off, and puts mine in its place, hard, as if to say, "Yeah, bitch, SHE gets the seat, not your skinny ass."
That's what I'm talking about.
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Date: 2004-04-16 12:42 pm (UTC)re: Vaccuming. I have been informed that Dionne's house has off-white carpeting. Suddenly, the constant vaccuming makes sense O_o
re: train karma. Can you hear my laughter? It is loud and mocking of that girl, her skinny ass, and her desire to go to philly. :P