C'mon, you know you live vicariously through me...
Things I forgot to mention.
1. Rufus Wainwright - great voice, great legs, guess his material takes some getting used to. I think, like Wivern, I'd prefer to see him in a more 'intimate' setting, with less orchestral overload, and maybe doing a mix of his own material and covers. He's a great performer, I wish I'd got him.
2. PRIDE - what a great day this year. the weather was better, not too sunny but not wet, and the parade and crowd were bigger. I think running into a friend there who was marching also made it feel - more personal. The girls and I ended up together with an outrageous group of women and we were pretty instrumental in keeping a large part of the crowd loud and enthusiastic. We got lots of feedback from those marching past, and many hands were slapped and eyes winked. The after show always feels like a bit of a letdown - the same boring stands, and talking heads making mouth movements that noone pays attention to. As it was a school night we didn't stay long, and the not so lovely lady who spilt her drink all down my back helped with the decision to move along. Still - it was a good afternoon, and I was so happy to see some high schools represented. The youth aspect of the parade is getting bigger and prouder.
3. Ringbarking - cruel to trees, not recommended for ankles. Would someone please explain to my kittens that this is not a lovable practice when handling mummy's legs? Also... I owe at least a million new grey hairs to their new-found ability to climb over the barrier protecting the railing over the stairwell. *sigh*
4. My darling friend Thysanotus is engaged - this makes me squeeful in many ways, and I will NOT give her my 'monogamy is outmoded and unsustainable' talk because she's scared enough already. Still - she has to get her butt over here cause I have serious hug needs, as well as the desire to take her and her boy out for mega drinks and fun times. I'm going to be flowergirl hippo! Wheee! After whining at her when she phoned to tell us the news because I've never been a bridesmaid I think it's a pity call, but I DON'T CARE! *clings to mary janes and flower basket*
5. My inner H/D fangirl is alive and kicking and currently weeping with both happy and sad over Mistful's latest updates of both Quality of Mercy and Drop Dead Gorgeous (particularly DDG, which breaks my heart every chapter, even when I'm doubled over laughing). When I've had time I've been reading a hell of a lot of H/D fic - shush you - who said my fangirl has to grow up?
6. Torchwood is making me happy in my pants. Ianto rules in so many ways! And is it wrong of me to love that Jack is as bad with constant innuendo as I am (please note I am not going to make a joke out of the word innuendo at this point, but I can, believe me, and do, far too often).
7. My knees hurt. I am dragging myself to the gym on a regular basis again, and my body hates me. I keep hoping for some sign of improvement, either in fitness or shape. C does not make a good cheergirl - he doesn't lie well enough. Maybe is not a supportive word.
8. Um... no eight.
1. Rufus Wainwright - great voice, great legs, guess his material takes some getting used to. I think, like Wivern, I'd prefer to see him in a more 'intimate' setting, with less orchestral overload, and maybe doing a mix of his own material and covers. He's a great performer, I wish I'd got him.
2. PRIDE - what a great day this year. the weather was better, not too sunny but not wet, and the parade and crowd were bigger. I think running into a friend there who was marching also made it feel - more personal. The girls and I ended up together with an outrageous group of women and we were pretty instrumental in keeping a large part of the crowd loud and enthusiastic. We got lots of feedback from those marching past, and many hands were slapped and eyes winked. The after show always feels like a bit of a letdown - the same boring stands, and talking heads making mouth movements that noone pays attention to. As it was a school night we didn't stay long, and the not so lovely lady who spilt her drink all down my back helped with the decision to move along. Still - it was a good afternoon, and I was so happy to see some high schools represented. The youth aspect of the parade is getting bigger and prouder.
3. Ringbarking - cruel to trees, not recommended for ankles. Would someone please explain to my kittens that this is not a lovable practice when handling mummy's legs? Also... I owe at least a million new grey hairs to their new-found ability to climb over the barrier protecting the railing over the stairwell. *sigh*
4. My darling friend Thysanotus is engaged - this makes me squeeful in many ways, and I will NOT give her my 'monogamy is outmoded and unsustainable' talk because she's scared enough already. Still - she has to get her butt over here cause I have serious hug needs, as well as the desire to take her and her boy out for mega drinks and fun times. I'm going to be flower
5. My inner H/D fangirl is alive and kicking and currently weeping with both happy and sad over Mistful's latest updates of both Quality of Mercy and Drop Dead Gorgeous (particularly DDG, which breaks my heart every chapter, even when I'm doubled over laughing). When I've had time I've been reading a hell of a lot of H/D fic - shush you - who said my fangirl has to grow up?
6. Torchwood is making me happy in my pants. Ianto rules in so many ways! And is it wrong of me to love that Jack is as bad with constant innuendo as I am (please note I am not going to make a joke out of the word innuendo at this point, but I can, believe me, and do, far too often).
7. My knees hurt. I am dragging myself to the gym on a regular basis again, and my body hates me. I keep hoping for some sign of improvement, either in fitness or shape. C does not make a good cheergirl - he doesn't lie well enough. Maybe is not a supportive word.
8. Um... no eight.
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