Life in one weekend
Feb. 9th, 2004 04:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coffeesnob318The weekend was crazy. I was glad to come back to work to get some rest.
Well, the day was finally upon us. The day that Margat, Jeff, and Micah arrived. I got a call from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nonnierms, and she told me that ishtar127a was stuck in El Paso, but in my excitement of seeing Margat, Jeff and Micah, I lost the number (sorry, ish - I really did mean to call Friday).
Oh. My. Goodness. Cutest baby in the world. Those of you who think you've seen cute babies have seen nothing yet. He's number one, always and forever. And he's so mellow. He talks (and by "talks," of course, I mean gurgles and hums and makes random sounds) a lot and is generally pretty happy. I'm still awaiting pictures from the digital camera to appear in an email near me. *ahem* I wanted to hold him so bad, but I was still a little sick, and I didn't want to pass it on, so I admired him from afar. *sighs happily*
Margat's mom is funny - she's so excited that I don't think she stopped talking the entire time I was at the house. Not that that's anything unusual, really. After I visited for a while and mooched pizza off them, we left mom to babysit, and Jeff, Margat, Roy (Margat's brother), and I went out.
They hadn't told many people that they were coming back because they wanted it to be a surprise when they got to the club. It was fun - the music was good and the drinks were strong. My fave bartender wasn't there, but the new...er (because I'm not sure he's actually new, just new to me) one made an excellent first impression with my Southern Peach. He can sit by me. They saw a lot of people they knew - I even saw people I knew from back in the day. Ty was there (N-I-C-E, very nice) - I didn't talk to him, because I'm shy (stop laughing) - I used to have such a crush on him. Margat pointed him out by saying "Watch the Ty" (you know, like "watch the frog" - you know you're addicted to TV when your friends feel the need to communicate with you in terms of it - lol). Petr was there, too! And I am happy to report that the shaving of the head is still in vogue in the Dallas goth crowd. So many bald men, so little time.
I like going out with Jeff and Roy. I only bought one drink all night, and I'm pretty sure I drank quite a few. Every time they went to the bar, they'd ask if I wanted something. Excellent. Although maybe I don't drink next time. Might be nice to find out if I still enjoy it without alcohol.
Boys are loud when they're drunk.
When we were driving home, we witnessed a wreck. None of us actually saw what happened; we just saw a car door fly off. But we stopped anyway to make sure they were ok. We think the driver was a little tipsy and just merged into the truck, because the first words out of her mouth when we walked back to see if we could help was "I wasn't driving (slightly slurred)." I felt like telling her that we weren't the police, but when she did talk to them, perhaps that shouldn't be her opening line. Anyway, we convinced them to move out from in front of the totalled car, since it was sitting in a lane of traffic and could be hit again and plow right over them if another driver wasn't paying attention. It was so muddy, and, of course, there was little to no shoulder, so we got muddy a lot. We went back to the car, assuming that they were following us, and Roy and Margat talked to the cop who was talking to the trucker. By the time that someone got back to the car, the two in the car had taken off on foot, abandoning it. I guess they thought that would be a lesser penalty than a DWI. Bet she had a hard time of it in those heels.
So that was our adventure. I finally got back to Denton around 6:00 am. There are way too many people on the road at 5:30 in the morning. Grr.
Friday, Margat and Micah came to the apartment sometime between noon and 1:00. We had Chopsticks (mmm...veggie pad thai and crab rangoon) and just hung out. Cough or no cough, I just couldn't stand it anymore and held Micah. Jeff and Roy came up a little later to load some of Margat's stuff in to the Uhaul trailer (when it was half full, all that was in it was fabric. *evil laugh* Welcome to my world, Jeff). It was a little crazy, because they were moving stuff out, I was getting ready to run off to World Mandate, the most recent Smallville tape was playing (and one just can't ignore the pretty), and the group that I was going with kept coming in to see them and hold Micah. I think I said, "OK, I'm really going this time" about four or five times before I actually left for good.
We planned to leave by 3:30 so that we'd actually leave by 4:00 so we'd have time to stop for kolaches in West and still make it to the conference by 7:00. I don't think we left until 4:30, but that's still pretty good, considering most of them don't usually even get home on Fridays until after 5:00. So we were late (because no way were we going to nix the kolaches - they're tradition!), but that was really no big surprise to any of us, so we coped. We stayed with Michelle's mom and stepdad - they even made us breakfast (free food! Score!). So everyone had a place to sleep, and it didn't get too expensive.
The conference was good. It's nice to get together with thousands of people to worship every once in a while, especially for those from our intimate little church who'd never been to anything like that. Good speakers; good music; good times. I'm sure I have more to say, but I'm still processing. Maybe later.
Sunday morning, I called Mom back - she'd called both home and cell phone with one of those ominous "Suzanne, I have something to tell you" messages - and found out that my Uncle Tom died. They called his ex-wife when he didn't show up for work on Friday, and he was on the couch, so it probably happened Thursday night - probably a heart attack. So that's how my Sunday started. I went to church early because I was working with the kids (yes, they allow me to work with the kids - I heard that snide comment), and I had to tell Tammy. Didn't cry until I told her, and then everyone cried. Everyone was really supportive and sweet. One of the babies had socks with ladybug rattles on them, so Sarah dropped by my house that afternoon with a gift - she had found frog socks and frog rattles and attached the rattles to the socks so that I could have a pair, too. :) My friends rule.
I just relaxed the rest of the day. Browsed the Grammy's often enough to hear Justin's apology and get that Outkast song stuck in my head. I finally found the phone number to ish's room, but she'd already checked out. Maybe she's lucky she didn't get to visit. I wouldn't have been the greatest company - I was all melancholy and exhausted and crampy (not that any of you wanted to know that). Plus, my apartment looked like a tornado had struck.
The funeral is Tuesday, so I'm trying to get in touch with everyone (ravenluvslex, no class Tuesday night) to cancel classes and work that stuff out. Madness.
Well, the day was finally upon us. The day that Margat, Jeff, and Micah arrived. I got a call from
nonnierms, and she told me that ishtar127a was stuck in El Paso, but in my excitement of seeing Margat, Jeff and Micah, I lost the number (sorry, ish - I really did mean to call Friday). Oh. My. Goodness. Cutest baby in the world. Those of you who think you've seen cute babies have seen nothing yet. He's number one, always and forever. And he's so mellow. He talks (and by "talks," of course, I mean gurgles and hums and makes random sounds) a lot and is generally pretty happy. I'm still awaiting pictures from the digital camera to appear in an email near me. *ahem* I wanted to hold him so bad, but I was still a little sick, and I didn't want to pass it on, so I admired him from afar. *sighs happily*
Margat's mom is funny - she's so excited that I don't think she stopped talking the entire time I was at the house. Not that that's anything unusual, really. After I visited for a while and mooched pizza off them, we left mom to babysit, and Jeff, Margat, Roy (Margat's brother), and I went out.
They hadn't told many people that they were coming back because they wanted it to be a surprise when they got to the club. It was fun - the music was good and the drinks were strong. My fave bartender wasn't there, but the new...er (because I'm not sure he's actually new, just new to me) one made an excellent first impression with my Southern Peach. He can sit by me. They saw a lot of people they knew - I even saw people I knew from back in the day. Ty was there (N-I-C-E, very nice) - I didn't talk to him, because I'm shy (stop laughing) - I used to have such a crush on him. Margat pointed him out by saying "Watch the Ty" (you know, like "watch the frog" - you know you're addicted to TV when your friends feel the need to communicate with you in terms of it - lol). Petr was there, too! And I am happy to report that the shaving of the head is still in vogue in the Dallas goth crowd. So many bald men, so little time.
I like going out with Jeff and Roy. I only bought one drink all night, and I'm pretty sure I drank quite a few. Every time they went to the bar, they'd ask if I wanted something. Excellent. Although maybe I don't drink next time. Might be nice to find out if I still enjoy it without alcohol.
Boys are loud when they're drunk.
When we were driving home, we witnessed a wreck. None of us actually saw what happened; we just saw a car door fly off. But we stopped anyway to make sure they were ok. We think the driver was a little tipsy and just merged into the truck, because the first words out of her mouth when we walked back to see if we could help was "I wasn't driving (slightly slurred)." I felt like telling her that we weren't the police, but when she did talk to them, perhaps that shouldn't be her opening line. Anyway, we convinced them to move out from in front of the totalled car, since it was sitting in a lane of traffic and could be hit again and plow right over them if another driver wasn't paying attention. It was so muddy, and, of course, there was little to no shoulder, so we got muddy a lot. We went back to the car, assuming that they were following us, and Roy and Margat talked to the cop who was talking to the trucker. By the time that someone got back to the car, the two in the car had taken off on foot, abandoning it. I guess they thought that would be a lesser penalty than a DWI. Bet she had a hard time of it in those heels.
So that was our adventure. I finally got back to Denton around 6:00 am. There are way too many people on the road at 5:30 in the morning. Grr.
Friday, Margat and Micah came to the apartment sometime between noon and 1:00. We had Chopsticks (mmm...veggie pad thai and crab rangoon) and just hung out. Cough or no cough, I just couldn't stand it anymore and held Micah. Jeff and Roy came up a little later to load some of Margat's stuff in to the Uhaul trailer (when it was half full, all that was in it was fabric. *evil laugh* Welcome to my world, Jeff). It was a little crazy, because they were moving stuff out, I was getting ready to run off to World Mandate, the most recent Smallville tape was playing (and one just can't ignore the pretty), and the group that I was going with kept coming in to see them and hold Micah. I think I said, "OK, I'm really going this time" about four or five times before I actually left for good.
We planned to leave by 3:30 so that we'd actually leave by 4:00 so we'd have time to stop for kolaches in West and still make it to the conference by 7:00. I don't think we left until 4:30, but that's still pretty good, considering most of them don't usually even get home on Fridays until after 5:00. So we were late (because no way were we going to nix the kolaches - they're tradition!), but that was really no big surprise to any of us, so we coped. We stayed with Michelle's mom and stepdad - they even made us breakfast (free food! Score!). So everyone had a place to sleep, and it didn't get too expensive.
The conference was good. It's nice to get together with thousands of people to worship every once in a while, especially for those from our intimate little church who'd never been to anything like that. Good speakers; good music; good times. I'm sure I have more to say, but I'm still processing. Maybe later.
Sunday morning, I called Mom back - she'd called both home and cell phone with one of those ominous "Suzanne, I have something to tell you" messages - and found out that my Uncle Tom died. They called his ex-wife when he didn't show up for work on Friday, and he was on the couch, so it probably happened Thursday night - probably a heart attack. So that's how my Sunday started. I went to church early because I was working with the kids (yes, they allow me to work with the kids - I heard that snide comment), and I had to tell Tammy. Didn't cry until I told her, and then everyone cried. Everyone was really supportive and sweet. One of the babies had socks with ladybug rattles on them, so Sarah dropped by my house that afternoon with a gift - she had found frog socks and frog rattles and attached the rattles to the socks so that I could have a pair, too. :) My friends rule.
I just relaxed the rest of the day. Browsed the Grammy's often enough to hear Justin's apology and get that Outkast song stuck in my head. I finally found the phone number to ish's room, but she'd already checked out. Maybe she's lucky she didn't get to visit. I wouldn't have been the greatest company - I was all melancholy and exhausted and crampy (not that any of you wanted to know that). Plus, my apartment looked like a tornado had struck.
The funeral is Tuesday, so I'm trying to get in touch with everyone (
ravenluvslex, no class Tuesday night) to cancel classes and work that stuff out. Madness.
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Date: 2004-02-10 03:17 am (UTC)glad you had a good time with margat! and, yay! you got to hold Micah :D:D:D:D
*hands over heating pad* so how many of us are cramping at the same time? we really do all share a brain :p
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Date: 2004-02-12 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-10 03:30 pm (UTC)I went from happy to read about your reunion with Jeff, Margrat & Micah to envy over all the fun you had whilst out to sadness over your uncle.
{{hugs hon}}
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Date: 2004-02-12 12:25 am (UTC)And they say hi!
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Date: 2004-02-12 12:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-11 12:55 am (UTC)Sorry to hear about your uncle. My prayers are with you and your family.
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