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Friday was the beer festival, which was not so much fun as last year's. I had mead for the first time, which I didn't care for at first, but then it grew on me. And lots of cider, as I don't tend to care for beer - unless it's European Weiss beer.
Several friends that I should have liked to have gone with (esp. two who would have man-gazed with me) did not come. I was tipsy after the first quarter pint (of 7.5%, mind you), and two friends said that they liked 'Drunk Kelly.' Which bristled me - am I not as much fun or interesting when I'm sober? Lord knows I can be just as silly. I do feel my inhibitions slip a bit, and am like to say sometimes things that I would otherwise keep to myself - or would feel fine telling to people I well trusted.
I slipped off to join a friend from the Int'l Office, and stayed with her for a drink, and then came back to find everyone else had gone, save two of my friends - and it was only 10:00!!
Yesterday was spent lounging in bed - and not largely because of a hangover, but the lure of oblivion was too great to rouse me.
Today was Unitarian service, which was okay. There were parts of it that were good, but I'm not sure I agreed with the minister's sermon on happiness - that it is something we should strive for (I'm simplifying). People were friendly afterwards, and I was even okay with telling them how I came to be there this particular Sunday, after having been in Notts for 4 years. There were not more than 15 people there, and probably only 3 under 40, myself included. The minister was the same minister who had done the wedding for my friends about 2 months ago, and one of the librarians from the Uni library was there. He looks a bit like Woody Allen, kind of. I will probably go back.
I was undoubtedly spoiled, going to my first proper UU service at Oxford, in an amazing chapel with stained glass designed by William Morris and Edward Burne Jones (two prominent Victorian artists - of the second-generation of Pre-Raphaelites), with a bloody amazing organ (and organist, resident to the College). I like my grand spaces. This was in a small room, though the once-Unitarian Chapel, a mastery of Victorian Gothic, is now a pub.
Anyhow, the weather is gorgeous - Indian summer - despite a brief cold snap at the beginning of the month. I pulled out my woolens, turned on the heating, and yesterday and today can go out without even a jacket! The trees are doing their subtle changes - nothing like New England, but more change than I grew up with in South Texas. It was pleasant to walk by the canal to the grocery store on the way home, and to walk to campus from home, as my computer has gone completely kaput.
I've been in a ridiculously poetic mood of late - muttering rhyming nonsense to myself, reviewing old-composed rhymes of mine, revisiting poetry I know.
Tonight, I have declined to dine with a friend, whose company I find difficult and wearing. The invitaton was via my housemate, and we friequently see her together, and his going will mean that I must cook for myself, but I'm fine with that.
Several friends that I should have liked to have gone with (esp. two who would have man-gazed with me) did not come. I was tipsy after the first quarter pint (of 7.5%, mind you), and two friends said that they liked 'Drunk Kelly.' Which bristled me - am I not as much fun or interesting when I'm sober? Lord knows I can be just as silly. I do feel my inhibitions slip a bit, and am like to say sometimes things that I would otherwise keep to myself - or would feel fine telling to people I well trusted.
I slipped off to join a friend from the Int'l Office, and stayed with her for a drink, and then came back to find everyone else had gone, save two of my friends - and it was only 10:00!!
Yesterday was spent lounging in bed - and not largely because of a hangover, but the lure of oblivion was too great to rouse me.
Today was Unitarian service, which was okay. There were parts of it that were good, but I'm not sure I agreed with the minister's sermon on happiness - that it is something we should strive for (I'm simplifying). People were friendly afterwards, and I was even okay with telling them how I came to be there this particular Sunday, after having been in Notts for 4 years. There were not more than 15 people there, and probably only 3 under 40, myself included. The minister was the same minister who had done the wedding for my friends about 2 months ago, and one of the librarians from the Uni library was there. He looks a bit like Woody Allen, kind of. I will probably go back.
I was undoubtedly spoiled, going to my first proper UU service at Oxford, in an amazing chapel with stained glass designed by William Morris and Edward Burne Jones (two prominent Victorian artists - of the second-generation of Pre-Raphaelites), with a bloody amazing organ (and organist, resident to the College). I like my grand spaces. This was in a small room, though the once-Unitarian Chapel, a mastery of Victorian Gothic, is now a pub.
Anyhow, the weather is gorgeous - Indian summer - despite a brief cold snap at the beginning of the month. I pulled out my woolens, turned on the heating, and yesterday and today can go out without even a jacket! The trees are doing their subtle changes - nothing like New England, but more change than I grew up with in South Texas. It was pleasant to walk by the canal to the grocery store on the way home, and to walk to campus from home, as my computer has gone completely kaput.
I've been in a ridiculously poetic mood of late - muttering rhyming nonsense to myself, reviewing old-composed rhymes of mine, revisiting poetry I know.
Tonight, I have declined to dine with a friend, whose company I find difficult and wearing. The invitaton was via my housemate, and we friequently see her together, and his going will mean that I must cook for myself, but I'm fine with that.