Sitting in the embargo box...
May. 15th, 2003 10:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsSaturday morning, Omaha, Kouryou-chan, and I go out to get our heads of hair trimmed, cut, whatever. We drive all the way into Seattle for our very reliable trimmer, and Kouryou-chan is actually wonderfully well-behaved as she gets her hair cut, and then I take her on a walk around the neighborhood, visiting a used bookstore and a bead store, while Omaha gets hers done. Omaha takes over an hour, but when it's all done, she looks wonderful. Her cutter trimmed a lot of hair off her head, which will hopefully make her feel coller, but it's still got all the length and the layering job in front is very sexy.
I had my hair done by a handsome young man named (not kidding about this) Hung, who's queerer than a Texas Republican's grasp of mathematics and who was a little freaked out about my being married and my open appreciation of older men-- mostly in the context of a conversation with the salon's owner, Bear, as we discussed whether Patrick Stewart or Sir Ian McKellan was the hotter male in X-Men 2.
We hit a few garden spots, including McClendon's, which is having a half-off sale on a ton of things, and we pick up some flowers and grass seed. We hit a sandwich shop for lunch, and Kouryou-chan of course flirts with everyone. She's impossible.
By the time we get home, there are just a few hours left in the day before we're scheduled to go to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kendaer, tabbifli's and their third partner, who I'm not sure has an LJ, home for a dinner and get-together. The drive there is uneventful, but it's still forty minutes out. At least the directions we were given were complete and precise, giving me no trouble. They have a gorgeous house, filled with cats. Tabbi cooked a marvelous dinner and we played a word trivia game called B'Thumped, which I won, to my surprise. Kouryou-chan was kept stunned downstairs with the Disney version of Robin Hood.
Sunday, we ran out to get groceries, but stayed home and worked. Sort-of. Omaha did more planting, and we gave the kitchen it's weekly cleaning, but I couldn't work up the energy needed to bake anything after that. Most of my spare seconds I had my head down in a book-- I ripped through Honor Harrington VI, VII, and IX in about six days, so I haven't gotten any writing done at all. Yeah, by this time it has become 'Saint Honor and Her Magical Treecat,' but what the heck-- it's fun and Weber's one heck of a good writer. The fact that I can fit them onto my PDA means that I have two or three at the ready.
I had my hair done by a handsome young man named (not kidding about this) Hung, who's queerer than a Texas Republican's grasp of mathematics and who was a little freaked out about my being married and my open appreciation of older men-- mostly in the context of a conversation with the salon's owner, Bear, as we discussed whether Patrick Stewart or Sir Ian McKellan was the hotter male in X-Men 2.
We hit a few garden spots, including McClendon's, which is having a half-off sale on a ton of things, and we pick up some flowers and grass seed. We hit a sandwich shop for lunch, and Kouryou-chan of course flirts with everyone. She's impossible.
By the time we get home, there are just a few hours left in the day before we're scheduled to go to
kendaer, tabbifli's and their third partner, who I'm not sure has an LJ, home for a dinner and get-together. The drive there is uneventful, but it's still forty minutes out. At least the directions we were given were complete and precise, giving me no trouble. They have a gorgeous house, filled with cats. Tabbi cooked a marvelous dinner and we played a word trivia game called B'Thumped, which I won, to my surprise. Kouryou-chan was kept stunned downstairs with the Disney version of Robin Hood.Sunday, we ran out to get groceries, but stayed home and worked. Sort-of. Omaha did more planting, and we gave the kitchen it's weekly cleaning, but I couldn't work up the energy needed to bake anything after that. Most of my spare seconds I had my head down in a book-- I ripped through Honor Harrington VI, VII, and IX in about six days, so I haven't gotten any writing done at all. Yeah, by this time it has become 'Saint Honor and Her Magical Treecat,' but what the heck-- it's fun and Weber's one heck of a good writer. The fact that I can fit them onto my PDA means that I have two or three at the ready.
