Stuff- a bit rambly
So, I leave for Our Nation's Capitol this afternoon to visit Jenn, a friend I've known since high school. I'm nervous about the travel part, especially given the destination, but I'll suck it up and go. Stupid to cancel a trip because something bad might happen. Hell, even staying in bed has its dangers. Comets, killer tree branches, earthquakes... you get the idea.
So- I'm all packed. I managed to get everything into my everyday backpack - it's fucking heavy, but at least I'll not be taking the bottle of wine back with me. I'm against the idea of checking luggage if it can be avoided, so one bag and my purse. . . a new purse for the trip. I think that fashion designers are on worse crack than usual this year- almost no purse has straps long enough so one can do a bandallero style. I did find a denim one that did have a long enough strap, wasn't over 30 dollars, and will fit my hardback book, which was the critical point. It's not great, but it has potential once I get those goddamn rhinestones off and add some paint/design.
The book in question, by the way, is a Laurie R. King- A Darker Place. It's amazing. Completely engrossing and therefore perfect for travel. (Thanks, Aroraborealis, for prodding me into looking into LRK's other work!!)
This morning I get one of the periodic emails from Classmates.com to make sure I'm still alive. This prods me into looking over who's signed up, but I still flatly refuse to give them money in order to have access to email addresses. Our high school has an alum page that lets you have the addys for free, but naturally there's not a perfect match between the sites.
And here we come to the bit that made me want to write.
One of the people who is on Classmates but not the high school site is someone whom I have a serious grudge against, which is saying something. I have a hard time staying mad at someone for years on end. I considered then rejected signing up for classmates just so I could find out more about said wanker, get his email and yell at him for fucking me over.
Not worth it at this point.
is that I trusted him to be my financial advisor, despite my great reservations about his competence/attention span/philosophy. Then he disappeared- did not return phone calls before the disappearance, either. Granted, I probably would have lost most of my nest-egg when the economy tanked, but it might not have been so bad if I hadn't taken his advice. I guess I'm equally mad at myself for trusting him, but it's easier to be pissed at him for just haring off with no why.
So, there you have it. In 5 hours I'll head to the airport, try not to get to freaked about traveling to an even less safe place in the world, imo, and hopefully see some cool stuff, like the Library of Congress, while I'm there.
So- I'm all packed. I managed to get everything into my everyday backpack - it's fucking heavy, but at least I'll not be taking the bottle of wine back with me. I'm against the idea of checking luggage if it can be avoided, so one bag and my purse. . . a new purse for the trip. I think that fashion designers are on worse crack than usual this year- almost no purse has straps long enough so one can do a bandallero style. I did find a denim one that did have a long enough strap, wasn't over 30 dollars, and will fit my hardback book, which was the critical point. It's not great, but it has potential once I get those goddamn rhinestones off and add some paint/design.
The book in question, by the way, is a Laurie R. King- A Darker Place. It's amazing. Completely engrossing and therefore perfect for travel. (Thanks, Aroraborealis, for prodding me into looking into LRK's other work!!)
This morning I get one of the periodic emails from Classmates.com to make sure I'm still alive. This prods me into looking over who's signed up, but I still flatly refuse to give them money in order to have access to email addresses. Our high school has an alum page that lets you have the addys for free, but naturally there's not a perfect match between the sites.
And here we come to the bit that made me want to write.
One of the people who is on Classmates but not the high school site is someone whom I have a serious grudge against, which is saying something. I have a hard time staying mad at someone for years on end. I considered then rejected signing up for classmates just so I could find out more about said wanker, get his email and yell at him for fucking me over.
Not worth it at this point.
is that I trusted him to be my financial advisor, despite my great reservations about his competence/attention span/philosophy. Then he disappeared- did not return phone calls before the disappearance, either. Granted, I probably would have lost most of my nest-egg when the economy tanked, but it might not have been so bad if I hadn't taken his advice. I guess I'm equally mad at myself for trusting him, but it's easier to be pissed at him for just haring off with no why.
So, there you have it. In 5 hours I'll head to the airport, try not to get to freaked about traveling to an even less safe place in the world, imo, and hopefully see some cool stuff, like the Library of Congress, while I'm there.