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Nov. 6th, 2015 12:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressAlys1 is in town!
She's here on business, but around in the evenings for me to hang out with, which is absolutely gr8. So tonight, I came home from work as quick as I could, and we met up to hang out.
Hanging out started in Davis square, then involved a long walk-and-talk through Porter and about halfway to Harvard. She caught me up on her life, while I interrupted to point out cool landmarks and interesting shops. I showed off the creepy Davis Square statues, and we wandered through Porter Exchange (she was very jealous that I went to school above a Japanese food court). We wandered through Porter Square Books (she declared it a good bookstore, after locating both her current favourite authors --I can't argue with that search metric!) and Joie de Vivre, and took a detour through Cambridge Clogs to look at (and buy) interesting socks.
Our original goal had been Harvard square, but we were starting to get hungry, so we cut back up Willow and headed for home --Willow was so we could stop by the Little Free Library once we crossed Broadway. Home again home again, where we ordered dim sum (she was craving spring rolls, I am pretty much always in the mood for pork buns) and I gave her the grand tour of the house.
It was incredibly refreshing to have someone close to me, and dead honest with me, exploring my living space. She thought it was awesome, and that my roommates were awesome, and her enthusiasm was a nice step back to look at it all and say "yeah, this is a pretty great slice of world I've arranged for". She met two of the four roommates, and we headed downstairs ("because I want to be near my phone when the food comes") just in time to hear the doorbell ring. Noms!
Dinner was consumed over more chatting and an episode of Cutthroat Kitchen, which turned into snuggling on the couch and two more episodes. I fell asleep about a quarter through episode two, which Alys found charming and normal, rather than freakish or offensive. (It helps to remember we have the same mother, and mum's a champion of conking out during movies). I woke up, and walked her back to Davis --she could walk the rest of the way to the place she's staying while listening to good music and enjoying the city.
It was a fantastic little visit. My vocal code2 with her is a welcome relief from talking like a professional, or even just talking like a "not weirdo". Al knows pretty much all my secrets, she's about as familiar with my mental disabilities and traumas as you can be, and she's got compatible crazy. I can say things weird around her, and know that she'll volley 'em right back at me. There's something to be said for hanging out with someone I've known over two decades. It doesn't happen often enough.
(I am two years off from Veronica counting, and that's awesome and terrifying).
I'll see her again on Saturday --we're gonna hang in the morning, and then she's going to my concert for Scottish Dancing, which is fantaaaastic! I am looking forward to her getting to see me dance, and also for a chance for her to meet some of my friends. She goes home earlyish Sunday (which is just as well, I have grading) but I'll see her again at Thanksgiving in a few weeks, and Christmas not too long after that.
Life is a good life.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: My four years younger baby sister. We tend to get along pretty well --while we're very different people in terms of interests, we were clearly raised with the same slightly dark, very goofy sense of humour, and it shows. It's always incredibly refreshing to hang out with part of my family, because they *get* me.
2: I don't know if this is a thing people would say? I'm referring to code-switching, and the patterns I use when I talk to her.
She's here on business, but around in the evenings for me to hang out with, which is absolutely gr8. So tonight, I came home from work as quick as I could, and we met up to hang out.
Hanging out started in Davis square, then involved a long walk-and-talk through Porter and about halfway to Harvard. She caught me up on her life, while I interrupted to point out cool landmarks and interesting shops. I showed off the creepy Davis Square statues, and we wandered through Porter Exchange (she was very jealous that I went to school above a Japanese food court). We wandered through Porter Square Books (she declared it a good bookstore, after locating both her current favourite authors --I can't argue with that search metric!) and Joie de Vivre, and took a detour through Cambridge Clogs to look at (and buy) interesting socks.
Our original goal had been Harvard square, but we were starting to get hungry, so we cut back up Willow and headed for home --Willow was so we could stop by the Little Free Library once we crossed Broadway. Home again home again, where we ordered dim sum (she was craving spring rolls, I am pretty much always in the mood for pork buns) and I gave her the grand tour of the house.
It was incredibly refreshing to have someone close to me, and dead honest with me, exploring my living space. She thought it was awesome, and that my roommates were awesome, and her enthusiasm was a nice step back to look at it all and say "yeah, this is a pretty great slice of world I've arranged for". She met two of the four roommates, and we headed downstairs ("because I want to be near my phone when the food comes") just in time to hear the doorbell ring. Noms!
Dinner was consumed over more chatting and an episode of Cutthroat Kitchen, which turned into snuggling on the couch and two more episodes. I fell asleep about a quarter through episode two, which Alys found charming and normal, rather than freakish or offensive. (It helps to remember we have the same mother, and mum's a champion of conking out during movies). I woke up, and walked her back to Davis --she could walk the rest of the way to the place she's staying while listening to good music and enjoying the city.
It was a fantastic little visit. My vocal code2 with her is a welcome relief from talking like a professional, or even just talking like a "not weirdo". Al knows pretty much all my secrets, she's about as familiar with my mental disabilities and traumas as you can be, and she's got compatible crazy. I can say things weird around her, and know that she'll volley 'em right back at me. There's something to be said for hanging out with someone I've known over two decades. It doesn't happen often enough.
(I am two years off from Veronica counting, and that's awesome and terrifying).
I'll see her again on Saturday --we're gonna hang in the morning, and then she's going to my concert for Scottish Dancing, which is fantaaaastic! I am looking forward to her getting to see me dance, and also for a chance for her to meet some of my friends. She goes home earlyish Sunday (which is just as well, I have grading) but I'll see her again at Thanksgiving in a few weeks, and Christmas not too long after that.
Life is a good life.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: My four years younger baby sister. We tend to get along pretty well --while we're very different people in terms of interests, we were clearly raised with the same slightly dark, very goofy sense of humour, and it shows. It's always incredibly refreshing to hang out with part of my family, because they *get* me.
2: I don't know if this is a thing people would say? I'm referring to code-switching, and the patterns I use when I talk to her.
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