A weekend to remember?
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jlhWell, sure.
First, I'm glad I pulled my email onto my laptop Friday morning before heading to work, as KS6 was in my in box, and I used the train to do the beta. However, Friday brought more evil from The Company That Must Not Be Named (ie, my client), so instead of taking the cheap slow 4pm train that got in at 7:45, I had to take the pricier fast 6pm train that got in at 9:45. As I was sleepy, I got almost no work done on the train. A bit more writing of the Oliver/Percy w/sproglets cookie I hope to send to Ely to beta very soon, though I am realizing this thing is growing into a ficlet rather than a cookie. I'm a little nervous about this cookie as the previous one was so dreadful--and Ely, dear, the fault lies not in my beta, but in myself. Lesson learned: if you write a short impressionistic piece, don't expect everyone to understand what's going on. And certainly don't try to fix it; you'll just muck it up. P____ picked me up at Union Station and we went back to his place in Dupont, where I promptly passed out. So much for Friday night.
Saturday morning, woke, sat around, read a bit online, called P____'s medical school friend K__, and went to a late-ish brunch, where K__ met us later. Realized we didn't have time to go out to Harper's Ferry, and instead went outlet shopping. Very successful. Clio is very superstitious and has not bought new summer clothes for her new slimmer figure. Oddly, however, clothes that are too big for you are not flattering! So, I took a chance at the supersale rack at Burberry and ended up with a sleeveless black turtleneck cashmere sweater for $30. More to the point, I purchased clothing in a regular store. Hurrah for me! To misquote a skit on MadTV, "Goodbye Lane Bryant, hello"--well, hello what I'm not precisely sure, as I will have to adjust that whole personal style thing.
Went to dinner, the three of us, Mexican, where we drank a toast to all the veterans who sacrificed, when all is said and done, so that we could go outlet shopping and drink margaritas. K__ complained about bi-curious "straight" men:
K__: If you suck cock, you are not straight.
Clio: I suck cock, and I'm straight.
(pause)
K__: Okay, we're talking about men here.
I still maintain that bend-over boyfriends can be straight. No reason not to be, really. They have a prostate, too.
K__ also complained that there are too many breeders in Dupont these days. I have to say, I agree.
Went back to P____'s apartment, where we watched the SNL rerun--Jack Black hosted, and he is so funny I can't stand it. The funniest man in America, for my money. K__ later went back to his place, and we were asleep by 1.
Sunday, made up for all that. Watched The Gay Divorcee on TCM and realized how to answer the dancing challenge on PP&MT--dream sequences! Brunch in Adams Morgan, where apparently all the gays are fleeing as they get pushed out of Dupont. Saw an orange '89 or so Chevy Blazer with peeling paint with the license plate "DPSCHE". Very incongruous, but seemed to fit Adams Morgan.
Then, we drove off to Great Falls, where I got my very first bee sting! Glad I was in the company of a doctor. However, the allergic reaction doesn't hit until the second bee sting, so I'm not out of the woods yet.
Sunday night we hit the gay bars. Had the obligatory Andrew Sullivan sighting. P____ revealed that he had dated Andrew Sullivan, some years back. Clio was indignant that she had not heard this story before. Grr.
At JR's we watched Queer As Folk on several big screens. (BTW, Justin was acting like a brat, and the website has a pop-up ad for HIV meds, which in my professional opinion may be appropriate, but still!) Then we moved on and went dancing, where I had a sudden inspiration for an S/D cookie that will feature a cameo by your friend and mine, ickle johnnikins.
Monday, more loafing, as we got in around 2am. Lunch, then 2pm train back to NYC. Beta-d KS6 on the way back while perversely listening to Led Zep. However, I think both Dancing Days and Whole Lotta Love are relavent--particularly in Whole Lotta Love where Robert Plant screams, "I wanna be your back door man." Quite.
Home again, and a good girl, as have finished beta duties for the present, and can work on cookies and getting chapter 2 of EWFS out the fucking door. Gah!
And I'm supposed to work tomorrow? As if. Well, I suppose someone has to pay for this four bedroom triplex with park view . . . right. In my dreams.
I finally got a pic--not sifl as predicted, but my very first crush as a wee girl. Yes folks, that's right--at the tender age of nine, I desperately wanted to be Rosalind Russell in His Girl Friday, and was crushed when Cary died. Ah, my midcentury soul.
Cheers,
Clio
First, I'm glad I pulled my email onto my laptop Friday morning before heading to work, as KS6 was in my in box, and I used the train to do the beta. However, Friday brought more evil from The Company That Must Not Be Named (ie, my client), so instead of taking the cheap slow 4pm train that got in at 7:45, I had to take the pricier fast 6pm train that got in at 9:45. As I was sleepy, I got almost no work done on the train. A bit more writing of the Oliver/Percy w/sproglets cookie I hope to send to Ely to beta very soon, though I am realizing this thing is growing into a ficlet rather than a cookie. I'm a little nervous about this cookie as the previous one was so dreadful--and Ely, dear, the fault lies not in my beta, but in myself. Lesson learned: if you write a short impressionistic piece, don't expect everyone to understand what's going on. And certainly don't try to fix it; you'll just muck it up. P____ picked me up at Union Station and we went back to his place in Dupont, where I promptly passed out. So much for Friday night.
Saturday morning, woke, sat around, read a bit online, called P____'s medical school friend K__, and went to a late-ish brunch, where K__ met us later. Realized we didn't have time to go out to Harper's Ferry, and instead went outlet shopping. Very successful. Clio is very superstitious and has not bought new summer clothes for her new slimmer figure. Oddly, however, clothes that are too big for you are not flattering! So, I took a chance at the supersale rack at Burberry and ended up with a sleeveless black turtleneck cashmere sweater for $30. More to the point, I purchased clothing in a regular store. Hurrah for me! To misquote a skit on MadTV, "Goodbye Lane Bryant, hello"--well, hello what I'm not precisely sure, as I will have to adjust that whole personal style thing.
Went to dinner, the three of us, Mexican, where we drank a toast to all the veterans who sacrificed, when all is said and done, so that we could go outlet shopping and drink margaritas. K__ complained about bi-curious "straight" men:
K__: If you suck cock, you are not straight.
Clio: I suck cock, and I'm straight.
(pause)
K__: Okay, we're talking about men here.
I still maintain that bend-over boyfriends can be straight. No reason not to be, really. They have a prostate, too.
K__ also complained that there are too many breeders in Dupont these days. I have to say, I agree.
Went back to P____'s apartment, where we watched the SNL rerun--Jack Black hosted, and he is so funny I can't stand it. The funniest man in America, for my money. K__ later went back to his place, and we were asleep by 1.
Sunday, made up for all that. Watched The Gay Divorcee on TCM and realized how to answer the dancing challenge on PP&MT--dream sequences! Brunch in Adams Morgan, where apparently all the gays are fleeing as they get pushed out of Dupont. Saw an orange '89 or so Chevy Blazer with peeling paint with the license plate "DPSCHE". Very incongruous, but seemed to fit Adams Morgan.
Then, we drove off to Great Falls, where I got my very first bee sting! Glad I was in the company of a doctor. However, the allergic reaction doesn't hit until the second bee sting, so I'm not out of the woods yet.
Sunday night we hit the gay bars. Had the obligatory Andrew Sullivan sighting. P____ revealed that he had dated Andrew Sullivan, some years back. Clio was indignant that she had not heard this story before. Grr.
At JR's we watched Queer As Folk on several big screens. (BTW, Justin was acting like a brat, and the website has a pop-up ad for HIV meds, which in my professional opinion may be appropriate, but still!) Then we moved on and went dancing, where I had a sudden inspiration for an S/D cookie that will feature a cameo by your friend and mine, ickle johnnikins.
Monday, more loafing, as we got in around 2am. Lunch, then 2pm train back to NYC. Beta-d KS6 on the way back while perversely listening to Led Zep. However, I think both Dancing Days and Whole Lotta Love are relavent--particularly in Whole Lotta Love where Robert Plant screams, "I wanna be your back door man." Quite.
Home again, and a good girl, as have finished beta duties for the present, and can work on cookies and getting chapter 2 of EWFS out the fucking door. Gah!
And I'm supposed to work tomorrow? As if. Well, I suppose someone has to pay for this four bedroom triplex with park view . . . right. In my dreams.
I finally got a pic--not sifl as predicted, but my very first crush as a wee girl. Yes folks, that's right--at the tender age of nine, I desperately wanted to be Rosalind Russell in His Girl Friday, and was crushed when Cary died. Ah, my midcentury soul.
Cheers,
Clio
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Date: 2002-05-28 06:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-29 05:03 pm (UTC)As we said last night, we will meet. How can we not? I would have told you I would be in DC, but I knew you would be away. Ah well.
And BTW, have you stopped by Queer as John? He's started a firestorm over there.
--jen