Weekends Just Drag on Forever
Yeah, much weekend mayhem.
Friday I went to 700 with Kathy, and some program people were there. Hi, separate universes colliding that shouldn't and all. I believe I even said to one, "What are you doing here?! You'd better not fuck with my game!" Since my game is, um, nonexistent. I was fine, a bit drunk but still coherent, and I talked to people and met and danced with and got the number of a boy who reminded me of Richard. And then...all of a sudden I was totally gone. I'm not quite sure how it happened, but I couldn't stand and Kathy put me in a cab with Ed and I barfed out the window (the cab driver was so very not pleased). Much of my evening is shrouded in blackness, which is totally not okay. It took most of Saturday to recover, and by the time I'd stopped barfing and I'd washed the vomit out of my hair (yum!) it was time to go to Steve's barbecue. Which was also fun, and I made a valiant effort at flip cup but chugging keg PBR was not going over well with my insides, so I watched other people get drunk. Which I enjoy.
Then the party migrated to Julia's, which was exceptionally well-stocked with fancy-pants booze. She made me a bunch of white Russians and I managed to get a bit off, but stayed far behind everyone else. I talked to said past indiscretion boy a bit, he was, of course, drunk. So he was affectionate. This thing with all of us being reasonably attractive, painfully single, and really affectionate while drunk is the source of so very many problems. He did make a point of talking to me a little, I think his way of trying to see if everything was okay between us. Which it isn't, but I'm not super-mad and I'm sure as hell not going to make a public scene. Eventually, there was a couch lovefest, which can be seen here. At one point, I was talking to the friend I kissed in the cab and we talked about that, and about last week's possible boob-fondling and all is well. It was just so awesome to get that stuff out, even though none of it is major. The evening wound up with four of us arranged on the couch. Being drunk scientists, we were all cuddling. And group dynamics are odd things.
And I slept through the first half of Tim Sunday. I just missed more Iraq stuff. The second half was a bunch of generals discussing...Iraq. BUT, Tim is back and that was the only thing that kept me watching. Dear Tim: please don't ever go away again. Love, Cara.
And I have this raging insomnia thing happening - last night I couldn't fall asleep until 5am, so I didn't even go to lab until the afternoon. The insomnia has been creeping back, and I'm always freaked out by it since I associate it with The Very Crazy Period, which was a horrible dark place I'd rather not go back to, ever. But worrying that you're falling back into the darkness isn't really conducive to sleep either, so I got a bunch of knitting done and I cleaned my floors. Boy, are they shiny now! I may be going nuts, but my floors are clean and that makes up for it, right?
Sidebar to Tiff: does that mean Brian is a lapsed Congregationalist too? Just asking...
Friday I went to 700 with Kathy, and some program people were there. Hi, separate universes colliding that shouldn't and all. I believe I even said to one, "What are you doing here?! You'd better not fuck with my game!" Since my game is, um, nonexistent. I was fine, a bit drunk but still coherent, and I talked to people and met and danced with and got the number of a boy who reminded me of Richard. And then...all of a sudden I was totally gone. I'm not quite sure how it happened, but I couldn't stand and Kathy put me in a cab with Ed and I barfed out the window (the cab driver was so very not pleased). Much of my evening is shrouded in blackness, which is totally not okay. It took most of Saturday to recover, and by the time I'd stopped barfing and I'd washed the vomit out of my hair (yum!) it was time to go to Steve's barbecue. Which was also fun, and I made a valiant effort at flip cup but chugging keg PBR was not going over well with my insides, so I watched other people get drunk. Which I enjoy.
Then the party migrated to Julia's, which was exceptionally well-stocked with fancy-pants booze. She made me a bunch of white Russians and I managed to get a bit off, but stayed far behind everyone else. I talked to said past indiscretion boy a bit, he was, of course, drunk. So he was affectionate. This thing with all of us being reasonably attractive, painfully single, and really affectionate while drunk is the source of so very many problems. He did make a point of talking to me a little, I think his way of trying to see if everything was okay between us. Which it isn't, but I'm not super-mad and I'm sure as hell not going to make a public scene. Eventually, there was a couch lovefest, which can be seen here. At one point, I was talking to the friend I kissed in the cab and we talked about that, and about last week's possible boob-fondling and all is well. It was just so awesome to get that stuff out, even though none of it is major. The evening wound up with four of us arranged on the couch. Being drunk scientists, we were all cuddling. And group dynamics are odd things.
And I slept through the first half of Tim Sunday. I just missed more Iraq stuff. The second half was a bunch of generals discussing...Iraq. BUT, Tim is back and that was the only thing that kept me watching. Dear Tim: please don't ever go away again. Love, Cara.
And I have this raging insomnia thing happening - last night I couldn't fall asleep until 5am, so I didn't even go to lab until the afternoon. The insomnia has been creeping back, and I'm always freaked out by it since I associate it with The Very Crazy Period, which was a horrible dark place I'd rather not go back to, ever. But worrying that you're falling back into the darkness isn't really conducive to sleep either, so I got a bunch of knitting done and I cleaned my floors. Boy, are they shiny now! I may be going nuts, but my floors are clean and that makes up for it, right?
Sidebar to Tiff: does that mean Brian is a lapsed Congregationalist too? Just asking...
6 Comments:
S'funny. Not having seen you in quite a few years, I have to say that you look all grown up now.
yes, you could say that about brian...
tiff
Brian's gonna convert, 'cause you know you 2 are winding up married someday.
Don't hit me! I'm sick!
Funny, i still think I look really young. At least, way younger than I actually am. I mean, I get carded most of the time.
I won't hit you, Jessy. But Brian might.
Ahem.
Well, you still look young, but the grown-up kind of young.
Brian wouldn't hit me--he's too afraid of the bears. And have I mentioned that I no longer get carded at my local bar, since I'm apparently there ALL THE TIME?
Seriously, the bouncer actually looked at my ID, said, "I know you," and handed it back. Multiple times.
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