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the big foon
Feb. 22nd, 2002 10:31 pmLast night was the big fun and so was today.
Last night we used the $100 gift certificate a work admirer of Jam's sent him and took a bunch of folk to Bucca di Beppo. We got three appetizers, three main courses, various drinks and three deserts for 11 people and hit $200 (we took donations for the rest). Chad, Alex and Raven ,were there. Alex gave me the most yummy smelling candle I'm going to burn it during a nice long bath tomorrow. Raven, Chad's daughter is quite a giggle and very well spoken. Alex is way to pretty and Zombo is just a damn fine guy (and a really scary clown).Carrie came and put us all to shame in the fashion department. Andrew and Miska made sure we ate enough and didn't get lost on the way home. Alex invited a really cool couple, Alana and Rick and their fresh new baby, Sophie. Sophie was wide eyed and loved staring at James. She was sweet and quiet and after what was a really *REALLY* uncomfortable pregnant day (I'm so damn huge and ungainly)brought it all back about the prize on the other side of this marathon. And it was great to meet Oblomova in meat space. She's just a witty and charming as I thought she'd be and I swear to dog is familiar somehow. I'm going to have to pester her about where we might have run into each other. And she gave us cool library labels for Emily's books--a small but meaningful thing. I always wanted those when I was a kid and never had them and now Emily's getting them.
There was much eating and chatter and it was just so much fun I'm still buzzed from it.
I was talking to Andrew about it today--how what we do for fun has changed and how we're good with that. It's not bad we had the wild aardvarking of days past filled with stories fueled by alcohol and behavior we sometimes found hilarious and sometimes embarrassing. But now those things just aren't fun the same way and we feel vaguely ridiculous when we indulge to such a degree. Or largely ridiculous in my case (not that I have in the past nearly 8 months thanks, but before then). The things that make you happy change and they are supposed to. If they don't, I guess you have one of two things 1)an indicator of a true part of your personality (I will probably always enjoy star trek conventions / ren faire/reading for example) or 2) a case of arrested development (c'mon --if you are getting stupid drunk and baying at the moon when you are 35 same as when you are 25 you might consider this as not growing as a person for example).
Today, Carrie had some time to kill and took Miska and I for a wee bit o shopping for hair stuff (next time I know really ahead of time Jola, I will track you down, I swear!) and
I have cool things for pony falls to make and a (gasp) pair of mary jane platforms for when I'm not so clumsy and swollen--it was all cheap too! I'm not a platform person--more of the very pointy flat shoes variety (my fashion sense is pretty much stuck in the 80's) but these weren't too frankensteinian . I'm 5'8" so heels and tall platforms just make me feel way too tall and bring forth a desire to yell out "hnnngh fire BAD, " so I usually don't indulge. Now, I just need to remember what neighborhood that was in--it reminded me of sections of the mission and geary/fillmore in SF. It was wiggly goodness. I worry sometimes I can't talk about anything but being knocked up and babies ...it's such a big part of my reality. I'll eventually return to some version of my normal self I expect. It might take a while, but it has to happen right?
So I'm really freakin happy and I'm feeling like it's very good to be living in Chicago.
Last night we used the $100 gift certificate a work admirer of Jam's sent him and took a bunch of folk to Bucca di Beppo. We got three appetizers, three main courses, various drinks and three deserts for 11 people and hit $200 (we took donations for the rest). Chad, Alex and Raven ,were there. Alex gave me the most yummy smelling candle I'm going to burn it during a nice long bath tomorrow. Raven, Chad's daughter is quite a giggle and very well spoken. Alex is way to pretty and Zombo is just a damn fine guy (and a really scary clown).Carrie came and put us all to shame in the fashion department. Andrew and Miska made sure we ate enough and didn't get lost on the way home. Alex invited a really cool couple, Alana and Rick and their fresh new baby, Sophie. Sophie was wide eyed and loved staring at James. She was sweet and quiet and after what was a really *REALLY* uncomfortable pregnant day (I'm so damn huge and ungainly)brought it all back about the prize on the other side of this marathon. And it was great to meet Oblomova in meat space. She's just a witty and charming as I thought she'd be and I swear to dog is familiar somehow. I'm going to have to pester her about where we might have run into each other. And she gave us cool library labels for Emily's books--a small but meaningful thing. I always wanted those when I was a kid and never had them and now Emily's getting them.
There was much eating and chatter and it was just so much fun I'm still buzzed from it.
I was talking to Andrew about it today--how what we do for fun has changed and how we're good with that. It's not bad we had the wild aardvarking of days past filled with stories fueled by alcohol and behavior we sometimes found hilarious and sometimes embarrassing. But now those things just aren't fun the same way and we feel vaguely ridiculous when we indulge to such a degree. Or largely ridiculous in my case (not that I have in the past nearly 8 months thanks, but before then). The things that make you happy change and they are supposed to. If they don't, I guess you have one of two things 1)an indicator of a true part of your personality (I will probably always enjoy star trek conventions / ren faire/reading for example) or 2) a case of arrested development (c'mon --if you are getting stupid drunk and baying at the moon when you are 35 same as when you are 25 you might consider this as not growing as a person for example).
Today, Carrie had some time to kill and took Miska and I for a wee bit o shopping for hair stuff (next time I know really ahead of time Jola, I will track you down, I swear!) and
I have cool things for pony falls to make and a (gasp) pair of mary jane platforms for when I'm not so clumsy and swollen--it was all cheap too! I'm not a platform person--more of the very pointy flat shoes variety (my fashion sense is pretty much stuck in the 80's) but these weren't too frankensteinian . I'm 5'8" so heels and tall platforms just make me feel way too tall and bring forth a desire to yell out "hnnngh fire BAD, " so I usually don't indulge. Now, I just need to remember what neighborhood that was in--it reminded me of sections of the mission and geary/fillmore in SF. It was wiggly goodness. I worry sometimes I can't talk about anything but being knocked up and babies ...it's such a big part of my reality. I'll eventually return to some version of my normal self I expect. It might take a while, but it has to happen right?
So I'm really freakin happy and I'm feeling like it's very good to be living in Chicago.
