"I can hide my moustache...with another moustache!"
Note to self: when one is recovering from a mysterious illness (possibly some random allergic reaction, and thanks to omphale23 for pointing that out) it's best not to spend the next day travelling and drinking. I am very, very stupid, folks. After falling ill on Thursday and cancelling a class, I taught my regular block on Friday and then scarfe and I went up to Toronto to meet some friends for dinner and drinks. Due to rush hour traffic and a bunch of other circumstances beyond our control (rain, for instance, and my persistent not-flu-like symptoms) we failed to meet our friends and instead had to spend an hour trying to locate a particular bar in downtown Toronto. I kinda fail at navigating urban spaces at the best of times, and with a weird lingering nausea and exhaustion combo I got us thoroughly lost. We did eventually find the place but it had a frustrating setup (limited seating, reserved tables, expensive coat check) and the Boy and I finally decided to give up on meeting our friends, grab dinner and head home.
So we went to the Old Spaghetti Factory (there's comfort in them thar family restaurant chains) and we had a good meal and talked about Serious Relationship Issues. I do intend to put together a TMI nudity/sexuality filter so those of you who aren't particularly interested in details of my sex life can remain in blissful ignorance, but for now I'll say three things:
a) I love my boyfriend very, very much, and some of the uncertainties that have been plaguing us were resolved.
b) Negotiating conditions for sexual experimentation outside the relationship? Much more surreal when you're surrounded by large families, screaming children, and your paper placemat has a photo of Vince Vaughn and a children's maze on it.
c) I am really, really looking forward to the Seattle con.
Okay! I have to put together a crack_van rec and answer a ton of emails and comments, but right now my brain is the consistency of mush and all I want to do is declare another Couch Day. (But without the Brokeback Mountain. That breaks me into tiny little pieces every time. The shirt!) scarfe rented "28 Weeks Later" and "Ratatouille," so I guess it will be a day of cartoon rodents and viral plagues. Seems fitting.
How are y'all doing?
So we went to the Old Spaghetti Factory (there's comfort in them thar family restaurant chains) and we had a good meal and talked about Serious Relationship Issues. I do intend to put together a TMI nudity/sexuality filter so those of you who aren't particularly interested in details of my sex life can remain in blissful ignorance, but for now I'll say three things:
a) I love my boyfriend very, very much, and some of the uncertainties that have been plaguing us were resolved.
b) Negotiating conditions for sexual experimentation outside the relationship? Much more surreal when you're surrounded by large families, screaming children, and your paper placemat has a photo of Vince Vaughn and a children's maze on it.
c) I am really, really looking forward to the Seattle con.
Okay! I have to put together a crack_van rec and answer a ton of emails and comments, but right now my brain is the consistency of mush and all I want to do is declare another Couch Day. (But without the Brokeback Mountain. That breaks me into tiny little pieces every time. The shirt!) scarfe rented "28 Weeks Later" and "Ratatouille," so I guess it will be a day of cartoon rodents and viral plagues. Seems fitting.
How are y'all doing?