Wot I did on the weekend, in summary

[maharetr]

I had a fabulous weekend, but I've left it just a little too long to talk about: my mood has settled gently into the other side of melancholy. I can remember what happened, and I can remember "that felt good," or "that was fun", but the telling myself this is not triggering said feeling about 24 hours after the event. Does this happen to other people?

So, for posterity:

Friday was the buying of chocolate and a dashed mini household shop before catching the bus(es) to the hose of books and dogs. From there mynxii, ascetic_hedony and I went into the city. There was much trying on of Asian-style dresses, then wandering shops looking for a bottom to a red lace shirt I bought in Melbourne at the urging of N over a year ago now. The shirt also passed approval of mynxii and ascetic_hedony and thanks to the sharp eyes of said people, I have a damn fine outfit for the Masquerade. Thanks, guys! There was also debates over scent bottles: I'm convinced that the Body Shop vanilla is not vanilla, at least not anymore (I'm still convinced of this) and there was serious resisting of temptation when the opportunity arose to stir up some Christian evangelicals. mynxii and I were very well behaved, I thought. ascetic_hedony and I were too tired to continue on to the karaoke party, alas.

I spent the night at the house of books and dogs, and was awoken on Saturday morning by said dogs at around 8am. Abused the presence of cereal and had a leisurely breakfast, blissed out to my new Angelique Kidjo CD, generally made myself presentable and was checking the bus timetable when wobowikkles and cricketk returned from vetting. After admiring pretty bodies checking for tics, there was cries of "second breakfast!" so we wandered down to the boatshed café. I was impressed by the food (almost worth the infamous South Perth tax), even if, due to traitorous feet and toenails, we were terribly rude and misbehaved *g*.

There was then the watching of the first (half?) of the Definitive Version of Pride and Prejudice (aka the BBC version) which I hadn't seen before, the finding of reasonable Vietnamese food, and me wandering home in the late afternoon.

I wheedled mum into picking me up from the train station, and offered to cook tea in thanks. I'd decided on spicy yoghurt and lamb, as opposed to rice salad, and was trying to figure out how to translate the cooking of a leg of lamb (al la the recipe) into the cooking of lamb steaks that really should be casserole fare, when suddenly it's: "Oh, um, we invited two friends over weeks back, and that's actually tonight and we forgot and they're here now. Can you add two?" So the meal went from meat and yoghurt/frozen peas and beans/Turkish bread to pretend there are some carbohydrates in there somewhere, to a meal that you make for guests. With mum's assistance it became meat with yoghurt, frozen peas and beans with fresh carrot for colour and respectability and a bed of brown rice with extra yoghurt sauce. (It helped that we actually did have two extra steaks!)

The tentatively proposed Sunday screening of Serenity did not eventuate into an actual watching of Serenity (sorry about the email debacle, Dee!) Instead, in no particular order, there was the successful pimping of iTunes as a music organiser; food shopping; Talkage; watching of old BSG (my god, those toasters are shiny, and there was much joy over the familiar 'frak!') the watching of the new BSG which inspired some debate and some Excel-fu and serious geekery about BSG population predictions (no spoilers). "The Captain's Hand" alternately had me delighted and majorly pissed off, but that's for another post, methinks.

Monday saw me going off to the hairdressers and a work safety training meeting. I went to my local, usual, cheap hairdresser with a little apprehension, and he's given me a highly satisfactory replication of my "art director"/$80+ cut for $25. The fringe is a little short: trying to tie my hair back in my standard ponytail leaves me with hair in my face, but that's just a matter of figuring out "no shorter than X at the front, thanks". Am mighty happy and relieved.

The work safety seminar thing was dull and the "this is what happens when practices are not followed" DVD was startlingly graphic. I did however learn how to go about reporting hazards and have adjusted my keyboard down a "leg", as a result. And we got paid to attend. Score. *g*

ETA: to actually add link to the BSG geekery.

Comments

[creativemeans.livejournal.com]

iTunes is definately THE best music organiser around. Spent two plus hours at my mum's house on Sunday trying to install it on her dodgy laptop before writing it off to stupid Windows98 (incompatible? probably).

Serenity: still interested in watching that for a third time. Not overly motivated, so will probably only watch 'the extra 20 minutes'. Wonder if they were fragments chopped from the preview version I saw?

Hey can you send me an email? amandaellis. I'm a westnet.com.au person.

[black-samvara.livejournal.com]

If you want to pimp yourself as a newly trained tick-detecting expert we will ponce around nekkid in front of you more often :p

[mynxii.livejournal.com]

oooh :P

Dot points:

[mynxii.livejournal.com]

* You looked fabulous in dresses :)

* It wasn't vanilla but some vanilla-peach hybrid *boggle*

* Chocolate was awesome on sunday and much more needed then.

* Hair being replicated cheaper is brilliant indeed!

* Started Sabriel, liking it lots so far :)