28 nov 2004
"Ward, the cat's eating your blood."
The weekend at home was, as promised, quite crazy. I think that of all the people i know here in Madison, i myself am the most dramatic and crazy, so when i go home i am unused to dealing with other people's drama and excitement. Not that drama and excitement are ever bad thinngs, it's just that i am quite out of practise with them and even a few days ofdiscussing gossiping about all my dear ones' lives is a bit much.
the Weekend Summary:
Rachel & i did Thanksgiving day at Dad's house first, where my very knowledgeable grandmother informed us that Michigan, too, has peaches, then we did the Mom's cousin Thanksgiving th-ing where my rich Republican 8th cousin seriously angered me, though he probably is so old that he would ne'er have thought that there were any *gasp* liberals in the room. So we left, quickly. But they did have good cassarole.
Hey-sus, from there it is seriously all a blur. I spent a lot of time at the hizzouse, with Bekah, Glynis, Ian, Blake, Adam & co., an afternoon at Racy's with Rachel and Rachel, a short errand-visit with Abbey who graciously helped me not suck at purchasing alchohol, watched some clone high one night and didn't sing along to Once More With Feeling, took too many smoking breaks and drove around too much.
Saturday was intense in a way i am still recovering from. Bekah's party had so many people there that i had not seen in a very long while, and i left in the middle of it to go to Megan's, which was spectacular, but of course managed to miss some of the people i most wanted to see.
The food at Megan's warrents serious discussion as it was the most delicious that has ever existed.
Well, not quite as delicious as that sandwich that Rocky's Evan made for me back in the day, but that is the stuff of legend, and for now let us assume that all of the food eaten yesterday was real.
Some guy made amazing scalloped potatoes, Noah made many Nepali dishes, Amanda brougt French Confections, there was squash and apple pie and green beans and green beans in delicious goo and other-more-different squash and corn and pumpkin pie and many other things that i could not have possibly eaten, and Aryan had wine and Megan had ciggarettes and i filled myself up right full. I'm a damn glutton, now that i think about it. It was very fine, and i relaxed with Donna who party-hopped with me and random members of the Racy's crew, and of course Leonard mumbled things that we all agreed with while Tron blinked in the backround. Sarah I.'s dog Heidi was there too, though i never saw my dear luvre Sable.
Back at Bekah's, everyone was there and it was crazy-fun. I missed the famous Hulk-hands battle, but did see Ward's wounds; i didn't get drunk but i did have many drunken conversations with... well, everyone; i didn't have much money but bought Topper's at 1am; i didn't have any gluesticks but i did worry about the table; i didn't plan on staying up late but finally drove myself home at 3... or so. All of which i find quite appropriate.
as great as it was to see everyone, i don't do well in large groups, so the parti-es were only that; seeing people (as compared to actually spending time with them). i fear sometimes that i am becoming less nice/sweet these days and more bitchy; or at least in the few days i get to be home i felt really bad about all the people i didn't spend any time with and all the people i just barely greeted. Perhaps i'm less of a socialite than i was back in the day, or perhaps i just can't be bothered.
In any case, i really was happy to see you all, even if it didn't make it into the Official Weekend Summary. (OWS, heh.)
And oh! Acoustic today was the Bomb. Really.
and also, you should all ask Ian about the funniest sentence ever uttered. It's so funny i myself cannot say it.
"Why'd you roll up that toothbrush, BethAnne? Why, BethAnne?"--Ben (BethAnne's brother)--
"You know what that is? That's a Pun."--Ian, in not even close to the funniest sentence ever, but Quite Epically delivered of course-- ¶ 17:04
The weekend at home was, as promised, quite crazy. I think that of all the people i know here in Madison, i myself am the most dramatic and crazy, so when i go home i am unused to dealing with other people's drama and excitement. Not that drama and excitement are ever bad thinngs, it's just that i am quite out of practise with them and even a few days of
the Weekend Summary:
Rachel & i did Thanksgiving day at Dad's house first, where my very knowledgeable grandmother informed us that Michigan, too, has peaches, then we did the Mom's cousin Thanksgiving th-ing where my rich Republican 8th cousin seriously angered me, though he probably is so old that he would ne'er have thought that there were any *gasp* liberals in the room. So we left, quickly. But they did have good cassarole.
Hey-sus, from there it is seriously all a blur. I spent a lot of time at the hizzouse, with Bekah, Glynis, Ian, Blake, Adam & co., an afternoon at Racy's with Rachel and Rachel, a short errand-visit with Abbey who graciously helped me not suck at purchasing alchohol, watched some clone high one night and didn't sing along to Once More With Feeling, took too many smoking breaks and drove around too much.
Saturday was intense in a way i am still recovering from. Bekah's party had so many people there that i had not seen in a very long while, and i left in the middle of it to go to Megan's, which was spectacular, but of course managed to miss some of the people i most wanted to see.
The food at Megan's warrents serious discussion as it was the most delicious that has ever existed.
Well, not quite as delicious as that sandwich that Rocky's Evan made for me back in the day, but that is the stuff of legend, and for now let us assume that all of the food eaten yesterday was real.
Some guy made amazing scalloped potatoes, Noah made many Nepali dishes, Amanda brougt French Confections, there was squash and apple pie and green beans and green beans in delicious goo and other-more-different squash and corn and pumpkin pie and many other things that i could not have possibly eaten, and Aryan had wine and Megan had ciggarettes and i filled myself up right full. I'm a damn glutton, now that i think about it. It was very fine, and i relaxed with Donna who party-hopped with me and random members of the Racy's crew, and of course Leonard mumbled things that we all agreed with while Tron blinked in the backround. Sarah I.'s dog Heidi was there too, though i never saw my dear luvre Sable.
Back at Bekah's, everyone was there and it was crazy-fun. I missed the famous Hulk-hands battle, but did see Ward's wounds; i didn't get drunk but i did have many drunken conversations with... well, everyone; i didn't have much money but bought Topper's at 1am; i didn't have any gluesticks but i did worry about the table; i didn't plan on staying up late but finally drove myself home at 3... or so. All of which i find quite appropriate.
as great as it was to see everyone, i don't do well in large groups, so the parti-es were only that; seeing people (as compared to actually spending time with them). i fear sometimes that i am becoming less nice/sweet these days and more bitchy; or at least in the few days i get to be home i felt really bad about all the people i didn't spend any time with and all the people i just barely greeted. Perhaps i'm less of a socialite than i was back in the day, or perhaps i just can't be bothered.
In any case, i really was happy to see you all, even if it didn't make it into the Official Weekend Summary. (OWS, heh.)
And oh! Acoustic today was the Bomb. Really.
and also, you should all ask Ian about the funniest sentence ever uttered. It's so funny i myself cannot say it.
"Why'd you roll up that toothbrush, BethAnne? Why, BethAnne?"--Ben (BethAnne's brother)--
"You know what that is? That's a Pun."--Ian, in not even close to the funniest sentence ever, but Quite Epically delivered of course-- ¶ 17:04
