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Wherein I start talking about the trip...
Boy, am I exhausted. It's been a very long three or so days here, starting when I got in Friday night, and now it's Monday... yikes.
And I fly home Tuesday night! So I just have to hang in there most of one more day, but aargh.
I should have expected I'd hit a low point this afternoon -- after all the excitement of the weekend
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heuradys! sister_wolf! doll_revolution! Zoo! Dance Me Outside, which turns out to have a very small Hugh role but is otherwise a really nice film.
Most of all there was hanging with some really nice people, which is so very nice to do. H and Alex picked me up at the airport baggage claim -- how much do I like being met at the airport, when my brain is all fuzzy from the flight and the air pressure and the noise, and I've lost all sense of direction, because my spirit which had been flapping along in the wake of the jet has gotten lost and is now searching for me on the streets of Duluth?
They took me to an amusingly over-decorated Mexican restaurant and fed me tortilla soup and a bright blue margarita the size of my head. (Okay, my head when I was a small child.) Mexico probably should sue.
Then we shlepped back to Chez Heuradys, which is larger than you would think and cleaner than a clean thing AND way more tastefully decorated than the Mexican restaurant. No, seriously, given the average state of the for-sale houses in my neighborhood, H's is spiffy indeed. I really was impressed!
The next morning, I got to use the network connection and get my Internet fix, including my morning routine of playing Jigzone, which is the key to the waking process. Oh, and I got to play in H's office, which is stuffed to the brim with her toys and favorite things, including more foxes than you could shake a tail at, an amazing DVD and video collection, and got acquainted with Blowfish.
Blowfish, in case you didn't know, is H's cat, and what a love-slave he is -- just lovin' anyone who comes to visit, and if you leave off petting him, he'll stick his head under your hand and attempt to self-pet, as a handy hint to you as to what you're supposed to do. You could probably rub the fur right off of him and he'd ask for more...
Okay, I've got to get some sleep here... I'm running out of steam after a day of computers and network difficulties... more tomorrow!
And I fly home Tuesday night! So I just have to hang in there most of one more day, but aargh.
I should have expected I'd hit a low point this afternoon -- after all the excitement of the weekend
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heuradys! sister_wolf! doll_revolution! Zoo! Dance Me Outside, which turns out to have a very small Hugh role but is otherwise a really nice film.Most of all there was hanging with some really nice people, which is so very nice to do. H and Alex picked me up at the airport baggage claim -- how much do I like being met at the airport, when my brain is all fuzzy from the flight and the air pressure and the noise, and I've lost all sense of direction, because my spirit which had been flapping along in the wake of the jet has gotten lost and is now searching for me on the streets of Duluth?
They took me to an amusingly over-decorated Mexican restaurant and fed me tortilla soup and a bright blue margarita the size of my head. (Okay, my head when I was a small child.) Mexico probably should sue.
Then we shlepped back to Chez Heuradys, which is larger than you would think and cleaner than a clean thing AND way more tastefully decorated than the Mexican restaurant. No, seriously, given the average state of the for-sale houses in my neighborhood, H's is spiffy indeed. I really was impressed!
The next morning, I got to use the network connection and get my Internet fix, including my morning routine of playing Jigzone, which is the key to the waking process. Oh, and I got to play in H's office, which is stuffed to the brim with her toys and favorite things, including more foxes than you could shake a tail at, an amazing DVD and video collection, and got acquainted with Blowfish.
Blowfish, in case you didn't know, is H's cat, and what a love-slave he is -- just lovin' anyone who comes to visit, and if you leave off petting him, he'll stick his head under your hand and attempt to self-pet, as a handy hint to you as to what you're supposed to do. You could probably rub the fur right off of him and he'd ask for more...
Okay, I've got to get some sleep here... I'm running out of steam after a day of computers and network difficulties... more tomorrow!