tired
electrichobbit.We then made it down to CCF exactly on time, to discover that it would be another hour or so before our table was ready. Mark,
blankreloaded and I wandered the mall for a bit before finding most of the rest of the party watching spawrhawk clothes shopping.It was a largish group this time (12), and as usual I can't recall everyone.
wissavix, myself, misswong77, deekers, entropyca, raininroses, Mark, Casey, Monsieur Saenz, eventually withopeneyes21... and two people my brain won't pull up. Always happens - frequently with the people I spent the most time talking to. Though in this case I was sandwiched between Lucinda and Krista, which was quite pleasant.Even if Lucinda kept punching my arm. Quite unprovoked, even.
[EDIT] As has been pointed out, the two people I was missing were
yammylee and Chris. Who sat directly across from me. No idea whatsoever why I missed them, except incipient senility.After dinner, a smaller contingent of us (myself, Mark, Lucinda, Krista, and Marjorie) headed over to Barefoot for some after-dinner refreshment. We stayed until closing at 10:00pm, then separated.
I took Mark home, then dropped by the bar - it was right there, after all. Mostly hung out with
sjgrrrl and watched Lizz. We both approved of her skirt, which was definitely on the short side.I had been thinking of going and seeing Pirates 3, but by the time I was ready, the only "local" theater showing it was in Union City, and I didn't feel like taking the Dumbarton just to see a movie on my own.
Instead, got a phone call from
trivialt, and ended up going and keeping him company at Denny's after his long work night. It was good to hang out with him. We got each other caught up on respective drama.He started to play the crane game at Denny's, when I told him of the frog with assless chaps in the one at the bar. So we headed back there, where he proceeded to capture said frog - then show it off to everyone in the bar.
He went home, and I waited until closing to talk to Paula for a bit. Then home and that oblivion thing.
Saturday morning I woke up around noon, and started trying to set up my ladder for the stuff I want to attach to my wall. Not a huge amount of luck getting around my desk, which I really don't want to move, but which also really won't support my weight. I eventually got the ladder in a configuration that may work. It was tricky. I have all sorts of stuff already there, and the ladder is one of those four-part configurable things, where the length of two segments together is just a little taller than my ceiling.
By the time I had it vaguely set up, I was way late for my parents, so I cleaned up and zoomed up there. I was supposed to be spray-painting the stringers on the lower part of their exterior staircase. They first had me get their blower to clean off the area, which initially started, then died when I turned off the choke too soon, flooded, and wouldn't start up again.
So I used a brush.
Then I discovered that there was a hole in the sprayer hose.
So I used a roller and a paintbrush.
It's done now.
Then a nice dinner, then home, where I moved the stuff I'd put on the bed out of my way, and kinda blew off Casey (who'd wanted to meet at Hunter's) in favor of sleep.
Which I'm about to go back to.
