Still Catching Up: February '09
February was very much a transitional month for me.
First, the easy stuff: Role-played twice, gamed at Mark's twice, worked on Sixis once.
On 2/9/09, I met Christa. She was much more goth than I expected... nose ring, dark makeup, chains on black clothes... you know the deal. She was also very much living one of those gypsy (or, if you're feeling less kind, freeloader) lifestyles: surfing from couch to couch, having friends working at goth dance nights so she could get in without paying a cover charge, etc. But she was a perky goth, and fun enough to hang out with. We had dinner at Audubon Circle; both her steak and my chicken were delectable, and I made a note to myself that I should bring people there more often.
The next night, she and I endeavored to go see Coraline. However, after our dinner at Longhorn, I stupidly led us into the wrong theater, and we ended up seeing Taken instead. (This is particularly amusing because every future time I went to try to see Coraline, it was sold out.)
The night after *that*, I fed her at the Biltmore. The following Monday, she crashed at my place. And just kept crashing there. I have more space than I need, and I've been offering space to people since I moved here. So, for the last two weeks of the month, there was almost always someone else sharing the Bed of Wonder.
The same week I met Christa, Emi, who I originally met down at ConCarolinas, was in town with her Disney on Ice tour. We met up on Friday the 14th, and I took her to MIT gaming. The following Saturday, I was well and truly sick. Walking hurt, in addition to being really really tiring. I definitely had a non-trivial fever. But, dammit, I had plans, and I wasn't breaking them! So, that evening, I met Emi for a short dinner at a pizza place near the Garden, took her digicam, and took a couple of hundred pictures of her show for her from my seat. It was interesting playing with the light filters and timing to try and get the best shots I could; it'd been a while since I'd really worked at taking pictures.
After the show was dessert at Longhorn; I knew I was fading from my already poor state when I could only take a few bites of their pretty yummy apple turnover. I thought I'd end up getting a taxi from the T stop home, but there wasn't a taxi there. I think it was raining, too, so I didn't feel like waiting for one. So I just talked to taliakit on the phone to keep me distracted while I walked.
Sunday, when I awoke, I had close to no voice. I could talk, but it led to coughing, and definitely didn't sound healthy. But I had semi-expensive tickets to a flamenco concert that afternoon. Unfortunately, the person who was supposed to meet me for it (Jackie, who I still haven't met) bailed due to sickness. Refusing to accept such defeat, I started contacting people as quickly as possible, trying to find someone willing to go. I think I got six rejections before finally coming up with someone (who I'd never met, of course) willing to take the other ticket. So, I took her (Shah) to the Flamenco concert (which was less good than last year), then to dinner at Audubon Circle, and then I headed back into town to give Marcos discount tickets to Disney on Ice via Emi, and then meet up with Emi after the show. (For the curious, I called Shah a week or two later, and she said something along the lines of me being too cold or callous or some such. She gets points for being honest.) I saw Emi back to her hotel room, but neither one of us were feeling well (she had been to the ER earlier that day, I believe), so I didn't stay long.
Most of the rest of the week kept falling to the wayside as I fought feeling unhealthy. I didn't do anything in the evening, including skipping out on gaming at Mark's and MIT, where I was supposed to meet up with Emi. Saturday, I felt pretty ambulatory, so I did lunch at Borde Cafe with new person Rada (who I've not seen since, but chat with very irregularly). Then I watched The International at Harvard, because I'm a sucker for Clive Owen (but it wasn't very good). Then I went to go see Coraline but, as usual, failed, so instead watched Friday the 13th, because I'd already paid money to see *something*. It was crap, and it wasn't even as amusing as I'd hoped... it didn't come out the other side of "crap" to turn into "wonderful". Not that I was surprised. Then it was off to Boston Beer Works for dinner with Emi. Sunday was quieter; I met Emi after an early evening show, we did dinner at The Upper Crust up by Mass General, and we hung out in her room, made out a bit, and opined at the roughness of her getting stuck in a hotel room with one of the only minors on tour. She left for Canada (or was it Michigan? Close enough, either way.) the next morning.
I'm not sure how I feel about February. It was an interesting month. It was, by my standards, busy. But I'm not sure it easily fits into a good or bad bucket.
First, the easy stuff: Role-played twice, gamed at Mark's twice, worked on Sixis once.
On 2/9/09, I met Christa. She was much more goth than I expected... nose ring, dark makeup, chains on black clothes... you know the deal. She was also very much living one of those gypsy (or, if you're feeling less kind, freeloader) lifestyles: surfing from couch to couch, having friends working at goth dance nights so she could get in without paying a cover charge, etc. But she was a perky goth, and fun enough to hang out with. We had dinner at Audubon Circle; both her steak and my chicken were delectable, and I made a note to myself that I should bring people there more often.
The next night, she and I endeavored to go see Coraline. However, after our dinner at Longhorn, I stupidly led us into the wrong theater, and we ended up seeing Taken instead. (This is particularly amusing because every future time I went to try to see Coraline, it was sold out.)
The night after *that*, I fed her at the Biltmore. The following Monday, she crashed at my place. And just kept crashing there. I have more space than I need, and I've been offering space to people since I moved here. So, for the last two weeks of the month, there was almost always someone else sharing the Bed of Wonder.
The same week I met Christa, Emi, who I originally met down at ConCarolinas, was in town with her Disney on Ice tour. We met up on Friday the 14th, and I took her to MIT gaming. The following Saturday, I was well and truly sick. Walking hurt, in addition to being really really tiring. I definitely had a non-trivial fever. But, dammit, I had plans, and I wasn't breaking them! So, that evening, I met Emi for a short dinner at a pizza place near the Garden, took her digicam, and took a couple of hundred pictures of her show for her from my seat. It was interesting playing with the light filters and timing to try and get the best shots I could; it'd been a while since I'd really worked at taking pictures.
After the show was dessert at Longhorn; I knew I was fading from my already poor state when I could only take a few bites of their pretty yummy apple turnover. I thought I'd end up getting a taxi from the T stop home, but there wasn't a taxi there. I think it was raining, too, so I didn't feel like waiting for one. So I just talked to taliakit on the phone to keep me distracted while I walked.
Sunday, when I awoke, I had close to no voice. I could talk, but it led to coughing, and definitely didn't sound healthy. But I had semi-expensive tickets to a flamenco concert that afternoon. Unfortunately, the person who was supposed to meet me for it (Jackie, who I still haven't met) bailed due to sickness. Refusing to accept such defeat, I started contacting people as quickly as possible, trying to find someone willing to go. I think I got six rejections before finally coming up with someone (who I'd never met, of course) willing to take the other ticket. So, I took her (Shah) to the Flamenco concert (which was less good than last year), then to dinner at Audubon Circle, and then I headed back into town to give Marcos discount tickets to Disney on Ice via Emi, and then meet up with Emi after the show. (For the curious, I called Shah a week or two later, and she said something along the lines of me being too cold or callous or some such. She gets points for being honest.) I saw Emi back to her hotel room, but neither one of us were feeling well (she had been to the ER earlier that day, I believe), so I didn't stay long.
Most of the rest of the week kept falling to the wayside as I fought feeling unhealthy. I didn't do anything in the evening, including skipping out on gaming at Mark's and MIT, where I was supposed to meet up with Emi. Saturday, I felt pretty ambulatory, so I did lunch at Borde Cafe with new person Rada (who I've not seen since, but chat with very irregularly). Then I watched The International at Harvard, because I'm a sucker for Clive Owen (but it wasn't very good). Then I went to go see Coraline but, as usual, failed, so instead watched Friday the 13th, because I'd already paid money to see *something*. It was crap, and it wasn't even as amusing as I'd hoped... it didn't come out the other side of "crap" to turn into "wonderful". Not that I was surprised. Then it was off to Boston Beer Works for dinner with Emi. Sunday was quieter; I met Emi after an early evening show, we did dinner at The Upper Crust up by Mass General, and we hung out in her room, made out a bit, and opined at the roughness of her getting stuck in a hotel room with one of the only minors on tour. She left for Canada (or was it Michigan? Close enough, either way.) the next morning.
I'm not sure how I feel about February. It was an interesting month. It was, by my standards, busy. But I'm not sure it easily fits into a good or bad bucket.