In which there is lightning, dinosaurs and unpacking
This was the weekend of ALL THE STUFF. After last weekend, which was all the stuff, WEST COAST EDITION.
Friday R and I put together one of our bookshelves, unpacked some stuff and FINALLY watched Neil Gaiman's episode of Doctor Who. So there was a brief shining day in which we were only two episodes behind. Now we are back to three.
Saturday P, G, R and I Bolted to Boston for M&J's wedding. This is beginning to sound like alphabet soup. The wedding was in the Boston Museum of Science, which was so very deeply cool. The entire wedding was beautiful, smart, sweet and so intensely joyful to all of our little nerd hearts. They wrote really stunning and cry-inducing vows and then went inside a cage to get HIT BY LIGHTNING. Dude you guys, they really raised the bar on weddings. PLUS at the end there was an epic lightning show. Then we got to hang out, eat tasty things, dance a lot (you guys, R dances with me. He is so excellent) and wander around the museum and poke things. I don't know how many of you have had dreams of being in museums after hours (come on, after reading The Mixed Up Files, you kind of have to, right?) but multiply that by some of your closest friends and it could not be more brilliant if it tried. Also, there was a pool in the hotel, so I was happy.
Then Sunday, we woke up late, lazily wandered along the Charles, made it back to the bus, got seats a little further back on the bus than I had hoped for and began to hope and pray I wouldn't be sick on the bus ride home.
Spoilers; it was fine. I watched Burn Notice on my iPod, after the batteries died on my other devices, and it was kind of fun and delightful, though I am very sorry that Fiona's Irish Accent has been replaced by a mediocre and boring American one.
Then we got home. It was about 8, we stopped and grabbed cat food, came home and I collapsed on the bed in a slightly hot and sticky, slightly cranky mess. R started unpacking and continuing to deal with the flat, which just made me feel all guilty for not doing it myself, with a side order of WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING MY STUFF, which I sometimes get and feel bad about. So I got up and helped put the air conditioner in the bedroom and then started piling stuff up on the bed to unpack. (Sidenote, this is often how I make myself do things, because if they are on the bed I must do them before I can sleep.) I was stomping around generally feeling VERY PUT UPON BECAUSE WHY IS LIFE AND UNPACKING SO HARD. So I went to the kitchen, got some water, apologised to R and told him it wasn't his fault I was crankypantsmcgee and then I asked - half jokingly - if we could take a break and play a game and chill for a few minutes. And he said yes! I was confused for a minute, while he explained that we didn't HAVE to work ourselves into grumpitude. So we did! And then reapplied ourselves to unpacking! With renewed vigor and less crank (on my part, he wasn't really cranky to start). Also I ate some things, that helped.
Then we got to bed at a reasonable hour and curled up and watched part of the Comic Relief QI episode. It was delightful! AND there is stuff done on the flat that makes me feel VERY hopeful that one day we will have a very shiny flat.
You guys! This is WORKING. I am so happy.
Monday morning is doing me no favours though. My work email didn't work for the first hour! Which was plenty of time to make me convinced that next Monday's 10AM meeting was this morning. (Spoilers, it wasn't.) BUT tonight R has gotten us tickets to go see a Tom Stoppard radio play, so I'm excited for that.
Friday R and I put together one of our bookshelves, unpacked some stuff and FINALLY watched Neil Gaiman's episode of Doctor Who. So there was a brief shining day in which we were only two episodes behind. Now we are back to three.
Saturday P, G, R and I Bolted to Boston for M&J's wedding. This is beginning to sound like alphabet soup. The wedding was in the Boston Museum of Science, which was so very deeply cool. The entire wedding was beautiful, smart, sweet and so intensely joyful to all of our little nerd hearts. They wrote really stunning and cry-inducing vows and then went inside a cage to get HIT BY LIGHTNING. Dude you guys, they really raised the bar on weddings. PLUS at the end there was an epic lightning show. Then we got to hang out, eat tasty things, dance a lot (you guys, R dances with me. He is so excellent) and wander around the museum and poke things. I don't know how many of you have had dreams of being in museums after hours (come on, after reading The Mixed Up Files, you kind of have to, right?) but multiply that by some of your closest friends and it could not be more brilliant if it tried. Also, there was a pool in the hotel, so I was happy.
Then Sunday, we woke up late, lazily wandered along the Charles, made it back to the bus, got seats a little further back on the bus than I had hoped for and began to hope and pray I wouldn't be sick on the bus ride home.
Spoilers; it was fine. I watched Burn Notice on my iPod, after the batteries died on my other devices, and it was kind of fun and delightful, though I am very sorry that Fiona's Irish Accent has been replaced by a mediocre and boring American one.
Then we got home. It was about 8, we stopped and grabbed cat food, came home and I collapsed on the bed in a slightly hot and sticky, slightly cranky mess. R started unpacking and continuing to deal with the flat, which just made me feel all guilty for not doing it myself, with a side order of WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING MY STUFF, which I sometimes get and feel bad about. So I got up and helped put the air conditioner in the bedroom and then started piling stuff up on the bed to unpack. (Sidenote, this is often how I make myself do things, because if they are on the bed I must do them before I can sleep.) I was stomping around generally feeling VERY PUT UPON BECAUSE WHY IS LIFE AND UNPACKING SO HARD. So I went to the kitchen, got some water, apologised to R and told him it wasn't his fault I was crankypantsmcgee and then I asked - half jokingly - if we could take a break and play a game and chill for a few minutes. And he said yes! I was confused for a minute, while he explained that we didn't HAVE to work ourselves into grumpitude. So we did! And then reapplied ourselves to unpacking! With renewed vigor and less crank (on my part, he wasn't really cranky to start). Also I ate some things, that helped.
Then we got to bed at a reasonable hour and curled up and watched part of the Comic Relief QI episode. It was delightful! AND there is stuff done on the flat that makes me feel VERY hopeful that one day we will have a very shiny flat.
You guys! This is WORKING. I am so happy.
Monday morning is doing me no favours though. My work email didn't work for the first hour! Which was plenty of time to make me convinced that next Monday's 10AM meeting was this morning. (Spoilers, it wasn't.) BUT tonight R has gotten us tickets to go see a Tom Stoppard radio play, so I'm excited for that.