"Rose, pull down your skirt before we all get excommunicated." (Heart British comedy)
First:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEV-KUN!!!!!!!!!
Second:
Last night- after everything got straightened out, after I cooked a pork roast and watched Keeping Up Appearances on PBS- I met Quinn at the mall and we went and saw The Excorcism of Emily Rose. Good movie, with some scary bits, although the whole thing might have been more effective it the rest of the damn theater would have shut the fuck up. Seriously- what about this movie prompted almost everyone to talk during it?
I had parked in the Borders lot, and by the time the movie let out, Borders was closed. We had to walk around the end of the mall to get there; for some reason, this whole trek-through-the-scary-abandoned-parking-lot thing always happens after scary movies, just when you don't want to be passing lonely docking bays and frightening dumpsters. Now, not only are zombies, aliens, and water ghosts out to get us, they're all possessed by demonic forces.
Anyway. I dropped Quinn off at his house and was leaving around two or so, after he fell asleep. I'm fiddling with getting the key in the lock of the car door and happen to glance up at the sky, which is really starry because he lives out in Bumfuck.
Lo and behold, the sky is all lit up and glowing! It's glowing green, which should have been my first clue, but I ran down the check list of what it couldn't be in my head first.
Is the sun coming up?
Not from that direction, it ain't.
Is the Fair still going on?
Nope.
Are there any large cities in the north that I might have missed at some point?
Don't think so.
OMFG! NORTHERN LIGHTS!!!
So I ran tearing back into the house, up the stairs, and barged into Quinn's room. Then I jumped on the bed and shook him awake.
"Quinn, Quinn! Wake up! You have to come see this, it's the Northern Lights!"
"Huh? What? What? What life- where? Who's alive?!?!" He sat straight up and looked around, his eyes still half closed, looking like he thought the roof was going to cave in on him or something. Bah, said I, and dragged him out to the driveway in his underwear- never mind that it was about forty-five degrees out.
Quinn agreed that it was very pretty and cool and wonderful, but he left for a few minutes to go get some clothes on. ("I'm in my underwear. The neighbors can see me. I'm freezing!") Then he got his sister and his mom, and we stood out on the back deck watching it for about twenty minutes. It was incredible; these green ribbons of light pulsating and waving across a beautiful starry sky. Definitely my version of romantic.
("OMG! THERE ARE WEIRD GREEN LIGHTS PULSING IN THE SKY! KISS ME!")
And then this morning, I told Quinn all about the contents of my Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers book. Heart the fact that he doesn't get squicked by my strange choices for topics of conversation- although he did get hung up on the Mellified Man thing.
Spent the rest of the day in bed, sick with a stomach virus.
.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEV-KUN!!!!!!!!!
Second:
Last night- after everything got straightened out, after I cooked a pork roast and watched Keeping Up Appearances on PBS- I met Quinn at the mall and we went and saw The Excorcism of Emily Rose. Good movie, with some scary bits, although the whole thing might have been more effective it the rest of the damn theater would have shut the fuck up. Seriously- what about this movie prompted almost everyone to talk during it?
I had parked in the Borders lot, and by the time the movie let out, Borders was closed. We had to walk around the end of the mall to get there; for some reason, this whole trek-through-the-scary-abandoned-parking-lot thing always happens after scary movies, just when you don't want to be passing lonely docking bays and frightening dumpsters. Now, not only are zombies, aliens, and water ghosts out to get us, they're all possessed by demonic forces.
Anyway. I dropped Quinn off at his house and was leaving around two or so, after he fell asleep. I'm fiddling with getting the key in the lock of the car door and happen to glance up at the sky, which is really starry because he lives out in Bumfuck.
Lo and behold, the sky is all lit up and glowing! It's glowing green, which should have been my first clue, but I ran down the check list of what it couldn't be in my head first.
Is the sun coming up?
Not from that direction, it ain't.
Is the Fair still going on?
Nope.
Are there any large cities in the north that I might have missed at some point?
Don't think so.
OMFG! NORTHERN LIGHTS!!!
So I ran tearing back into the house, up the stairs, and barged into Quinn's room. Then I jumped on the bed and shook him awake.
"Quinn, Quinn! Wake up! You have to come see this, it's the Northern Lights!"
"Huh? What? What? What life- where? Who's alive?!?!" He sat straight up and looked around, his eyes still half closed, looking like he thought the roof was going to cave in on him or something. Bah, said I, and dragged him out to the driveway in his underwear- never mind that it was about forty-five degrees out.
Quinn agreed that it was very pretty and cool and wonderful, but he left for a few minutes to go get some clothes on. ("I'm in my underwear. The neighbors can see me. I'm freezing!") Then he got his sister and his mom, and we stood out on the back deck watching it for about twenty minutes. It was incredible; these green ribbons of light pulsating and waving across a beautiful starry sky. Definitely my version of romantic.
("OMG! THERE ARE WEIRD GREEN LIGHTS PULSING IN THE SKY! KISS ME!")
And then this morning, I told Quinn all about the contents of my Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers book. Heart the fact that he doesn't get squicked by my strange choices for topics of conversation- although he did get hung up on the Mellified Man thing.
Spent the rest of the day in bed, sick with a stomach virus.
.