Hear ye, hear ye.
Saturday, 8 November 2003, shall be henceforth and forthwith and forthforth and hencewith known as Happy Lilith Day.
That will be all.
Month: November 2003
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Correction: Excerpts, I can.
In lieu of actual content, will you accept a slice of today’s novel writing efforts?
“I don’t know why you feel the need to shop for me as well, my dear,” Andrew complained. His arms were already draped with a variety of shirts, and now Tara was browsing a selection of men’s slacks.
“It should be obvious, love. I simply refuse to spend my vacation with a man who looks like he should be conducting funeral services.”
“I do not!”
She raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.
“I’m over two thousand years old, and you think I can’t dress myself?”
Silence, punctuated by the clacking of hangers as she made her way through the rack, was all the answer he received.
“Fine, I can find an outfit that isn’t done entirely in black. But let me choose my own, all right?”
A disdainful sniff greeted that request. Tara pulled a pair of slacks off the rack and held it up against the bundle of shirts Andrew carried, shook her head and replaced the unworthy selection.
He sighed. “It’s your vacation, dear. But some day you and I are going to have a talk. You know full well how I feel about being bullied.”
“I’m not bullying you. I’m taking advantage of the opportunity to do things exactly the way I want for the first time since I met you.”
To that, he had no reply.
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Nope. Can’t.
Can’t update. Must NaNo. 5,400 words and counting.
Expect fewer postings this month. Think of it as the flipside to the Blogathon. Or something.
Okay, back to the novel. See you later!
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Good friends, good food, good times.
I’d have posted this sooner but I wanted to get my 2,000 word quota in for the day on my NaNo novel. (No special website for it, I’m just writing the damned thing and I’ll post my progress when I damned well feel like it.) Anyway…
Merripan hosted an All Hallow’s Eve gathering of family and friends at her apartment last night. Some were in costume, the rest of us were casually dressed. (Among the notable costumes? Dalemar’s “inspired by Michael Landon” wolfman gig, Lilith’s “inspired by that Spears chick” naughty-schoolgirl bit of nothing, Doug and Mari as Doctor and Candystriper, and Firedancer Fred’s homage to Brandon Lee’s “Crow” persona.)
On the way to, Lil’ and Lyse and Anxiety and I picked up Leon, who has recently moved to the Portland area. (Once he warms up to our peculiar brand of humor, I think he’s going to make a cool addition to the group.) We made our introductions and our way to the Freddy’s near Merripan’s place. Once again Lilith and I proved that we have no business going shopping together, as we managed to scandalize the rest of our merry little band in our own special fashion.
It bears mentioning and repeating that Merripan’s one helluva cook. Her jambalaya was right up against the upper limit of how spicy of food I’m willing to eat, and yet I not only finished off one serving but went back for seconds, which I also finished off. Yum.
I met (and have already forgotten the names of) a number of new folks, and everybody was good fun company. Flirting and teasing and snark filled the room, which is an almost perfect ambience for a Friday night party as far as I’m concerned. I even took my own teasing in stride since it was all in good fun… and yes, I certainly earned most of the snark directed my way!
The only downside was my allergies picking last night to make themselves apparent. It’s the first time this year I’ve had any serious trouble while visiting the home of a cat owner, and I’m still rather surprised by it. It took almost two hours after I’d left the party for me start breathing normally again. Bleah.
Still, all in all, one of the better Friday nights I can remember. Thank you, friends!
(Mari, who has a better recall of detail than I, has posted her recounting as well.)
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Trick or treat!
So. Would you give candy to these two if they came to your door?
Well, a number of people in the neighborhood did exactly that last night. It was cold (hence the extremely bundled rugrats you see above) but we still managed to have a good time. This year we were prepared: Bendable glow sticks in various colors, chemical heat packs to keep our hands warm in our pockets, lots of layers, and hot water for cocoa waiting at home.
I tried snapping pictures of some cleverly-carved jack-o-lanterns, but what you see above is the only picture I took last night that came out worth anything. Le sigh. I really need to remember to actually use my camera a lot more often so I can get the hang of it. Argh.
At any rate, the kids had a good time and got a pretty good haul of sweets for their trouble. They even shared a couple of Tootsie Rolls and 3 Musketeers with their dear ol’ dad… such good children I have!