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I went on a Most Excellent Adventure/Trip with mum and Josh and Eric and ocassionally Shan. So I'm in a realitivly good mood.
Trip Report:
"How do you get an evil giraffe? 'I will eat all the leaves off this tree. I will get up early to eat all the leaves from this tree. Then there will be no leaves on this tree, and the other giraffes...will die.'"1
Friday:
Woke up hells early (5:30 AM...there is such a time?), picked up Josh and Eric, and drove to MA, with hardly any traffic at all, and a rainstorm that started moments after we hadn't gotten us and all our stuff into Dave and Diane (Boston version)'s house. Yes, we are Just That Cool.
Much hanging out and coolness occured. Dave introduced us to the brilliance that was Guitar Hero, which was good fun. I highly support silly games like that, especially if you get to rock out. And I was very good at the easy setting, but basically fell apart when it came to medium.
Awesomer then silly games though, Micro, who is my agent, and whom I haven't seen since the Oscars LARP in...ninty six? or so came over, as did [Redacted] who is a completely fabulous woman, moreso because she understands the idea that you don't have to wear skirts and make-up to be a girl, even if the idea of not doing so *does* horrify the rest of the mtf community.2 Plus, [Redacted] draws comics, which is terribly awesome, and I have to e-mail her so that I can insure that I get the copy of her next one.
Also, quote: Mom: "Well see, I can't *really* date Josh because I know his parents real well"
[Redacted]: "Ah, but *I* don't know his parents."
Alsoalso, I am completly awesomely irrisistable to everyone, because I am Just That Awesome. Good flirts make me happy.
I think that was about all of Friday. Oh, except I just lost The Game. Which, I taught the rest of them, and we have been playing the whole weekend. MUAHAHAA! Additionally, we have restarted mom's pointing game that she used to play in college, where the basic goal was to point at people before they pointed at you, every day.3 (Day's resetting at 12:01)
Saturday:
Saturday, we left MA and drove to Maine! Where we went to Crossroads Games and Books, which is this great little game shop we found up there, and lusted after everything4 (or I did at least). Better yet, Chris, the highly cool gal who we met the first time around, remembered us. Yay!
Got to Wyo, kidnapped Aly, and...well...listened to her talk. I love her dearly, but she did not stop speaking for a good half hour. Much teasing occured, especially since she kept using both "like" and "Ohmygod". Granted, I use both of those fairly often as well, but still. ILMS.
Aly is doing very well, for anyone who knows her. Which is nice to know, as she *is* my sister. And I was nice, and didn't eat her hair the whole time. I should write her a letter.
More importantly, I should write *Mell* a letter. Because Mell is amoung the coolest people I have ever met in my life, and one of the few reasons I miss going to Wyo. And I got to see her again!!! *parti-dances* This is an excellent, excellent thing. Also, I should totally go visit her. Which is why I may wind up making a college visit to Wheaton, regardless of any interest I have in going there. *grins*
Lessee...returned the kids, left the camp, got to the turnpike. Went north, without thinking about it. For the geographically challenged, Maine is north of Connecticut, which is where we were aiming. Yeahhhh...it took us a couple minutes, and then we had a group "Shit!" moment. Whoops. So, we got to see more of Maine then we previously expected. *grins*
Eventually we made it home to St. G'ma and Grandpa Gus's place, where we...pretty much immediately fell asleep. I think that was the first night in about three weeks that I fell asleep before midnight. And that was Saturday.
Sunday we woke up, ate a delicious breakfast, and went for a lovely walk around the lakething. Really, I'm going to have to write about the farm sometime, that place is...well, the least fannish place that feels like home. Also, I've now taken both Josh and Eric down to the Kids Club5, which is always fun. I love that place.
Then, we went to NYC. First off, I love cities, especially New York. ESPECIALLY New York. London was lovely, DC and Baltimore are close, but NYC is...well, New York. Can't explain it.
You either get it or you don't.
Our ultimate goal in New York was to see Sweeny Todd (OhmyfuckinggodlustwantneedholyHELLgood.), and *possibly* another show as well. Hoorah for TKTS -we saw ST from remarkably good seats and had a lovely time, ambled over to TKTS, and wound up with tickets to see Avenue Q from pretty damn good seats. Broadway for the WINS!
And those both deserve seperate squeels, plus I'm getting bored of typing. So, I'm thinking that, since that was really the end of the trip (left NYC, went home) I'm done. Ta kids!
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Copyright Eddie Izzard, at some point or another. Important because we quoted this one roughly eight thousand times, in different forms. ("I will eat all the french fries...and the rest of you...will die!)
2: mtf: male to female transsexual. Way back when, [Redacted] used to be known as [Deadname], and apparently used to warp my tiny infentile mind with such facts as 'Two plus two equals seven'. I like her immensly, partly because she's fabulously cool, and partly because she interests me.
3: *points at everyone who reads this. And everyone who doesn't, for that matter.*
4: They had all the Sandman comics. Mum says she will get them for us, but still! Also, they had dice, which is slightly less desperate since we've *finally* got a local game store. But still! Dicelust.
5: Hard to explain. It's...um...a big pile of rocks on my grandparents land. Yeah. Basically me and all my cousins have spent a collective arseload of time there playing games and pretend. I lurves it.
Editor's note, 2022: Let's not out people without their express permission, okay? I have other comments to make to my past self, but I am trying to leave this journal mostly intact as a historical document, even when it is cringe as hell.
Trip Report:
"How do you get an evil giraffe? 'I will eat all the leaves off this tree. I will get up early to eat all the leaves from this tree. Then there will be no leaves on this tree, and the other giraffes...will die.'"1
Friday:
Woke up hells early (5:30 AM...there is such a time?), picked up Josh and Eric, and drove to MA, with hardly any traffic at all, and a rainstorm that started moments after we hadn't gotten us and all our stuff into Dave and Diane (Boston version)'s house. Yes, we are Just That Cool.
Much hanging out and coolness occured. Dave introduced us to the brilliance that was Guitar Hero, which was good fun. I highly support silly games like that, especially if you get to rock out. And I was very good at the easy setting, but basically fell apart when it came to medium.
Awesomer then silly games though, Micro, who is my agent, and whom I haven't seen since the Oscars LARP in...ninty six? or so came over, as did [Redacted] who is a completely fabulous woman, moreso because she understands the idea that you don't have to wear skirts and make-up to be a girl, even if the idea of not doing so *does* horrify the rest of the mtf community.2 Plus, [Redacted] draws comics, which is terribly awesome, and I have to e-mail her so that I can insure that I get the copy of her next one.
Also, quote: Mom: "Well see, I can't *really* date Josh because I know his parents real well"
[Redacted]: "Ah, but *I* don't know his parents."
Alsoalso, I am completly awesomely irrisistable to everyone, because I am Just That Awesome. Good flirts make me happy.
I think that was about all of Friday. Oh, except I just lost The Game. Which, I taught the rest of them, and we have been playing the whole weekend. MUAHAHAA! Additionally, we have restarted mom's pointing game that she used to play in college, where the basic goal was to point at people before they pointed at you, every day.3 (Day's resetting at 12:01)
Saturday:
Saturday, we left MA and drove to Maine! Where we went to Crossroads Games and Books, which is this great little game shop we found up there, and lusted after everything4 (or I did at least). Better yet, Chris, the highly cool gal who we met the first time around, remembered us. Yay!
Got to Wyo, kidnapped Aly, and...well...listened to her talk. I love her dearly, but she did not stop speaking for a good half hour. Much teasing occured, especially since she kept using both "like" and "Ohmygod". Granted, I use both of those fairly often as well, but still. ILMS.
Aly is doing very well, for anyone who knows her. Which is nice to know, as she *is* my sister. And I was nice, and didn't eat her hair the whole time. I should write her a letter.
More importantly, I should write *Mell* a letter. Because Mell is amoung the coolest people I have ever met in my life, and one of the few reasons I miss going to Wyo. And I got to see her again!!! *parti-dances* This is an excellent, excellent thing. Also, I should totally go visit her. Which is why I may wind up making a college visit to Wheaton, regardless of any interest I have in going there. *grins*
Lessee...returned the kids, left the camp, got to the turnpike. Went north, without thinking about it. For the geographically challenged, Maine is north of Connecticut, which is where we were aiming. Yeahhhh...it took us a couple minutes, and then we had a group "Shit!" moment. Whoops. So, we got to see more of Maine then we previously expected. *grins*
Eventually we made it home to St. G'ma and Grandpa Gus's place, where we...pretty much immediately fell asleep. I think that was the first night in about three weeks that I fell asleep before midnight. And that was Saturday.
Sunday we woke up, ate a delicious breakfast, and went for a lovely walk around the lakething. Really, I'm going to have to write about the farm sometime, that place is...well, the least fannish place that feels like home. Also, I've now taken both Josh and Eric down to the Kids Club5, which is always fun. I love that place.
Then, we went to NYC. First off, I love cities, especially New York. ESPECIALLY New York. London was lovely, DC and Baltimore are close, but NYC is...well, New York. Can't explain it.
You either get it or you don't.
Our ultimate goal in New York was to see Sweeny Todd (OhmyfuckinggodlustwantneedholyHELLgood.), and *possibly* another show as well. Hoorah for TKTS -we saw ST from remarkably good seats and had a lovely time, ambled over to TKTS, and wound up with tickets to see Avenue Q from pretty damn good seats. Broadway for the WINS!
And those both deserve seperate squeels, plus I'm getting bored of typing. So, I'm thinking that, since that was really the end of the trip (left NYC, went home) I'm done. Ta kids!
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Copyright Eddie Izzard, at some point or another. Important because we quoted this one roughly eight thousand times, in different forms. ("I will eat all the french fries...and the rest of you...will die!)
2: mtf: male to female transsexual. Way back when, [Redacted] used to be known as [Deadname], and apparently used to warp my tiny infentile mind with such facts as 'Two plus two equals seven'. I like her immensly, partly because she's fabulously cool, and partly because she interests me.
3: *points at everyone who reads this. And everyone who doesn't, for that matter.*
4: They had all the Sandman comics. Mum says she will get them for us, but still! Also, they had dice, which is slightly less desperate since we've *finally* got a local game store. But still! Dicelust.
5: Hard to explain. It's...um...a big pile of rocks on my grandparents land. Yeah. Basically me and all my cousins have spent a collective arseload of time there playing games and pretend. I lurves it.
Editor's note, 2022: Let's not out people without their express permission, okay? I have other comments to make to my past self, but I am trying to leave this journal mostly intact as a historical document, even when it is cringe as hell.
