if this is giving up
So. Yes, I got home okay. Late on Friday, after I'd made the previous entry, the other cousin walks into the dark of the back room and asks if I'm ready to go. Having already decided I was going to spend one more night on the Futon of Doom, I hadn't packed anything. So it was an exhilarating--and frustrating--twenty minutes, while I packed and folded and grabbed and shoved and zipped and organized and dragged everything out to the car.
I arrived back home halfway through Stargate: Atlantis, so had to watch Battlestar and then sit up through Stargate: SG-1 and the half of Atlantis I missed. (Frankly, that's not my preference--I really like the order they've got it in: Stargate: SG-1, comfortable and established, Stargate: Atlantis, the new kid on the block, followed by Battlestar, the explosively emotional Hammer of God. Yeah. It works that way. The way I saw it, last week and this week? I get the Hammer in the middle, when I'm all jangly and don't want to watch TV anymore. Yaaack.)
So. This morning. Bus comes, and the driver looks at us kind of oddly in our ragtag pirate gear. I am taking my new short-handled oiled-parchment ninety-nine-cents-on-eBay parasol, because I packed the sunscreen somewhere and couldn't find it. And I forgot to grab Gardenburgers as I walked out the door, because I wasn't sure they'd have food at the party I could eat.
Oh, my gods. Why was I worried? Yeah, they had a whole pig--and to go along with that, they had thirteen different kinds of homemade chutney and salsa, plus antipasto salad, baked beans and bacon, and an inordinately LARGE pile of various rolls and breads. (They had something called Arafat Bread which was crisp and crunchy and soft in the middle, and that was the first thing I put in my stomach.)
But for the rest of it? Cubes of pepper jack cheese and pickled tomatoes, pickled black and green olives, nopalitos dripping with ooze and salt, peppery sweet pickles, two whole trays of deviled eggs, a homestyle coconut cake, fruit salad, drunken fruit salad, and pickled asparagus.
Oh, MAN. I had a blast. And then, when I felt punch wasn't cutting it anymore, I went to the Tiki bar and mistress_weaver made me a Hurricane. In a grinning skull cup. Which I took with me, whether I was supposed to or not, 'cos I had to leave early, damn it!
There's more to tell, but...it's 1:30, I'm tired, and yes, I did sunburn. Face, most notably nose and chin, the backs of my fingers, between knuckles and first finger joints, weirdly--and, yeah, my back. Oh, yeah. I wore a tunic that dipped low in the back and yep, the parasol did NOTHING--I still burned. Agh. It's not bad, but it still stings. Oh, well. I went to a party, stayed in the shade against the house most of the day, and burned. If I had really wanted not to burn, I could've stayed home. (Because I'm slowly accepting the fact that putting on sunscreen? Helps me burn less, doesn't prevent me burning at all. Grr.)
So, yes. Me? Off to bed. Rubbing aloe vera in everywhere I can reach and going quietly to bed. But I did have fun.
More news and scattered links later.
I arrived back home halfway through Stargate: Atlantis, so had to watch Battlestar and then sit up through Stargate: SG-1 and the half of Atlantis I missed. (Frankly, that's not my preference--I really like the order they've got it in: Stargate: SG-1, comfortable and established, Stargate: Atlantis, the new kid on the block, followed by Battlestar, the explosively emotional Hammer of God. Yeah. It works that way. The way I saw it, last week and this week? I get the Hammer in the middle, when I'm all jangly and don't want to watch TV anymore. Yaaack.)
So. This morning. Bus comes, and the driver looks at us kind of oddly in our ragtag pirate gear. I am taking my new short-handled oiled-parchment ninety-nine-cents-on-eBay parasol, because I packed the sunscreen somewhere and couldn't find it. And I forgot to grab Gardenburgers as I walked out the door, because I wasn't sure they'd have food at the party I could eat.
Oh, my gods. Why was I worried? Yeah, they had a whole pig--and to go along with that, they had thirteen different kinds of homemade chutney and salsa, plus antipasto salad, baked beans and bacon, and an inordinately LARGE pile of various rolls and breads. (They had something called Arafat Bread which was crisp and crunchy and soft in the middle, and that was the first thing I put in my stomach.)
But for the rest of it? Cubes of pepper jack cheese and pickled tomatoes, pickled black and green olives, nopalitos dripping with ooze and salt, peppery sweet pickles, two whole trays of deviled eggs, a homestyle coconut cake, fruit salad, drunken fruit salad, and pickled asparagus.
Oh, MAN. I had a blast. And then, when I felt punch wasn't cutting it anymore, I went to the Tiki bar and mistress_weaver made me a Hurricane. In a grinning skull cup. Which I took with me, whether I was supposed to or not, 'cos I had to leave early, damn it!
There's more to tell, but...it's 1:30, I'm tired, and yes, I did sunburn. Face, most notably nose and chin, the backs of my fingers, between knuckles and first finger joints, weirdly--and, yeah, my back. Oh, yeah. I wore a tunic that dipped low in the back and yep, the parasol did NOTHING--I still burned. Agh. It's not bad, but it still stings. Oh, well. I went to a party, stayed in the shade against the house most of the day, and burned. If I had really wanted not to burn, I could've stayed home. (Because I'm slowly accepting the fact that putting on sunscreen? Helps me burn less, doesn't prevent me burning at all. Grr.)
So, yes. Me? Off to bed. Rubbing aloe vera in everywhere I can reach and going quietly to bed. But I did have fun.
More news and scattered links later.