Our First Thanksgiving Eve
It's a little before 7am on Thanksgiving Day. Tiger left my warm bed at 6am, and I don't seem interested in more sleep right now. I'm contemplating volunteering to help make the St. Martin's Thanksgiving dinner, even though I'd planned to skip it this year. I'm not sure. I know it feels good to help, but pyjamas are comfy and I'm enjoying just chilling in this quiet morning, in my empty apartment.
Last night was our first Thanksgiving Eve, with a bit of drama and a lot of fun, just like any holiday with my chosen family. Since Coyote and I were making diverging plans for Thanksgiving itself, we'd agreed to all have dinner together the night before: Coyote, Tiger, Coyote's gf and me. Yeah, she still needs an eljay name, but I don't know her well enough to give her anything better than "Bookworm" or "Big Boobs" or "Giggles" or some non sequitur. Eh, it can wait.
Tiger didn't answer texts or pick up when I called for three hours of the afternoon, after he was done with work and I had hoped we'd be already cooking together, or snatching a few precious moments of private time. As panic attacks go, it wasn't my worst, or even my worst-of-late; they've been happening a lot lately. I really need to keep scouring all local pharmacies and grocery stores for Kava Kava pills that are cheaper than Wholefoods'. My best price is $14 at Eastside Marketplace, but I think I can do better.
Anyway, Tiger finally did appear, three hours late and grumpy as fuck. But hugs and whiskey/gin soon turned our moods around, and there were lots of giggles and kisses as I finished my butternut squash purée and he roasted a chicken. He got golden brown perfection, which was not what my oven did to the marble cheesecake I gave it earlier. Oh well, it tastes pretty damn awesome, I suppose I can let go of the fact my careful pretty swirls and turkey design are lost under the dark brown top. It did crack kinda like La Tour Eiffel, that makes it relevant to autumn of 2015, at least?
Coyote contributed Portuguese Fried Potatoes, and even though we didn't eat 'til after 8, everything was so fucking gooooood! I think though, next year we need bread or one more course to make it epic. Coyote inhaled his food even faster than the notorious speed eater Tiger! His gf showed up after she closed the bookstore, and we all enjoyed the slightly overcooked marble cheesecake. They smoked pot to join Tiger and I in the land of un-sober. Being drunk around the gf was nice, I was definitely more relaxed around her than usual. That could've just as easily been the good vibes of the whole night, though.
We played Oz Munchkin after, though I tucked Tiger into bed a few turns before the end. He had to work this morning, and a dizzying amount of stuff to do before and afterwards. I'll see him again sometime in the afternoon when he brings me to his family's Thanksgiving. Assuming he makes it through all those errands with his sanity intact- perhaps that's a lot to assume.
I feel pretty damn good still, I hope he does, too. Last night was the first time he's slept over since getting a dog. I slept at his place once, the night I moved him, but big fat me + tall sprawly boy + giant 90 lb lab/shepherd mix = one very crowded bed. I'd rather not do it again, but damn, did I miss getting to snuggle and smell him all night.
Very nice to have that again. I hope it's the first of many times.
I've got so much to catch my journal up on, Halloween and my first RICC and shenanigans with silentstephi and her hubby and best friend. The Paris attacks. The French-themed dinner at my church, days afterwards. My fucking thoughts on this fucking refugee crisis. My very slowwww waking this year- I'm not even sure if I'm finally Awake or just temporarily hyped for Thanksgiving. It's definitely a good sign that I started and completed a weaving project in just a few days this week and last.
I compose whole entries in my head, and then don't set aside the time to write them down. I'm not sure why. I've been making good use of the gym I joined on the last day of September, but that's hardly my whole day, even on strength training days. Normally I'd be hitting IV heavy, but the database is down and the ST logins don't work, so it's pretty dead there. I go sometimes, just for the novelty of Peter actually talking to me again. I don't know if I should count him as a friend again, yet, but I'm very relieved to being on the road back to friendship, hopefully.
Weaving and exercise and random Hulu and Netflix. More social, but that's normal for this time of year. Maybe I'll do NaBloMo for December or January. I'm brewing up some projects in the realms of painting, sewing, video, photography, weaving, and comics. But only photography and weaving have deadlines: for the Fetish Fleamarket and the Underground Canoe Party's Yankee Swap/Secret Santa, respectively. That naturally makes them first priority. Hmmm. I think I'll sit at my loom for awhile, actually, I need to test the concept I've got in my head. Then crank out a few of them and do all the finishing for the two I like enough to give away, and I'm all set.
Wouldn't it be nice to be finished with them, well before the party? Like, more than two days ahead of time? I think so! Oh shit, must ask the Tiger if he wants to be signed up for the Yankee Swap, that may well be full. Only 25 spots this year, I didn't dare speak for anyone besides me. Since I made out super well last year, I'm fully expecting to come home with like, something silly this year. But all I want out of it is for my art to be traded, even just once. To my loom, then! Let's make something supercool!
Last night was our first Thanksgiving Eve, with a bit of drama and a lot of fun, just like any holiday with my chosen family. Since Coyote and I were making diverging plans for Thanksgiving itself, we'd agreed to all have dinner together the night before: Coyote, Tiger, Coyote's gf and me. Yeah, she still needs an eljay name, but I don't know her well enough to give her anything better than "Bookworm" or "Big Boobs" or "Giggles" or some non sequitur. Eh, it can wait.
Tiger didn't answer texts or pick up when I called for three hours of the afternoon, after he was done with work and I had hoped we'd be already cooking together, or snatching a few precious moments of private time. As panic attacks go, it wasn't my worst, or even my worst-of-late; they've been happening a lot lately. I really need to keep scouring all local pharmacies and grocery stores for Kava Kava pills that are cheaper than Wholefoods'. My best price is $14 at Eastside Marketplace, but I think I can do better.
Anyway, Tiger finally did appear, three hours late and grumpy as fuck. But hugs and whiskey/gin soon turned our moods around, and there were lots of giggles and kisses as I finished my butternut squash purée and he roasted a chicken. He got golden brown perfection, which was not what my oven did to the marble cheesecake I gave it earlier. Oh well, it tastes pretty damn awesome, I suppose I can let go of the fact my careful pretty swirls and turkey design are lost under the dark brown top. It did crack kinda like La Tour Eiffel, that makes it relevant to autumn of 2015, at least?
Coyote contributed Portuguese Fried Potatoes, and even though we didn't eat 'til after 8, everything was so fucking gooooood! I think though, next year we need bread or one more course to make it epic. Coyote inhaled his food even faster than the notorious speed eater Tiger! His gf showed up after she closed the bookstore, and we all enjoyed the slightly overcooked marble cheesecake. They smoked pot to join Tiger and I in the land of un-sober. Being drunk around the gf was nice, I was definitely more relaxed around her than usual. That could've just as easily been the good vibes of the whole night, though.
We played Oz Munchkin after, though I tucked Tiger into bed a few turns before the end. He had to work this morning, and a dizzying amount of stuff to do before and afterwards. I'll see him again sometime in the afternoon when he brings me to his family's Thanksgiving. Assuming he makes it through all those errands with his sanity intact- perhaps that's a lot to assume.
I feel pretty damn good still, I hope he does, too. Last night was the first time he's slept over since getting a dog. I slept at his place once, the night I moved him, but big fat me + tall sprawly boy + giant 90 lb lab/shepherd mix = one very crowded bed. I'd rather not do it again, but damn, did I miss getting to snuggle and smell him all night.
Very nice to have that again. I hope it's the first of many times.
I've got so much to catch my journal up on, Halloween and my first RICC and shenanigans with silentstephi and her hubby and best friend. The Paris attacks. The French-themed dinner at my church, days afterwards. My fucking thoughts on this fucking refugee crisis. My very slowwww waking this year- I'm not even sure if I'm finally Awake or just temporarily hyped for Thanksgiving. It's definitely a good sign that I started and completed a weaving project in just a few days this week and last.
I compose whole entries in my head, and then don't set aside the time to write them down. I'm not sure why. I've been making good use of the gym I joined on the last day of September, but that's hardly my whole day, even on strength training days. Normally I'd be hitting IV heavy, but the database is down and the ST logins don't work, so it's pretty dead there. I go sometimes, just for the novelty of Peter actually talking to me again. I don't know if I should count him as a friend again, yet, but I'm very relieved to being on the road back to friendship, hopefully.
Weaving and exercise and random Hulu and Netflix. More social, but that's normal for this time of year. Maybe I'll do NaBloMo for December or January. I'm brewing up some projects in the realms of painting, sewing, video, photography, weaving, and comics. But only photography and weaving have deadlines: for the Fetish Fleamarket and the Underground Canoe Party's Yankee Swap/Secret Santa, respectively. That naturally makes them first priority. Hmmm. I think I'll sit at my loom for awhile, actually, I need to test the concept I've got in my head. Then crank out a few of them and do all the finishing for the two I like enough to give away, and I'm all set.
Wouldn't it be nice to be finished with them, well before the party? Like, more than two days ahead of time? I think so! Oh shit, must ask the Tiger if he wants to be signed up for the Yankee Swap, that may well be full. Only 25 spots this year, I didn't dare speak for anyone besides me. Since I made out super well last year, I'm fully expecting to come home with like, something silly this year. But all I want out of it is for my art to be traded, even just once. To my loom, then! Let's make something supercool!