Home Alone
13-Apr-03
Last night, I was home by myself. I went to a bridal shower yesterday afternoon (for ’s bride-to-be), and John went to a Boy’s Night Out– he was already gone by the time I got home from the shower.
The shower was fun– a very “tea and cakes” shower. I mostly hung with ’s mother and the bride’s grandma, who is a Cool Lady. We played some of those silly Bridal Shower games: the first one was “how well do you know the bride?” Well, frankly, I don’t know her all that well. She’s somewhat introverted, but she’s sweet and I think she has a lot of interests that I have as well. I basically guessed on most of the things– and got 6 1/2 (I gave myself a 1/2 point for saying “London” as her dream place to live, even though it was England), which didn’t win, but was more impressive than I’d thought it would be. I guessed correctly on things like her favorite actor, what she wanted to be when she grew up, the instrument she played that woke the neighbors, and how she broke her arm. I did not guess correctly on things like her shoe size or bra size, though. I have a terrible eye for body sizes!
I won the “make up words using the letters of the bride and grooms’ names” with 19 words (in, what, a minute?). I would have had more, except the 7 year old helper-friend was standing over me counting my words when I was on #18, and it kind of freaked me enough to freeze for a second.
We also did the Toilet Paper Dress game, which was also fun– ’s sister’s team won, though I think ours was a close second.
Then it was cake, and then presents! Everyone brought a present for a particular time of day. My time was 6-10 PM. I didn’t really know what to get her for that, but she’s a writer, and introverted, so I bought an Oberon journal and matching bookmark (the journal is green– it’s the tree with the door design shown on the home page, and the bookmark is an acorn with an oak leaf). I bought her the smaller of the journal sizes because I have one of the larger ones, and they’re just a little heavy for carrying around in a purse.
I spent yesterday evening chatting on IRC, avoiding the support board, and doing some crafts. I made some Elder Signs:
and at ’s request, I drew a Pikachu archer in my sketchbook:
I also took a picture of myself wearing my LiveJournal T-Shirt, which I posted yesterday. I watched some ER and West Wing (reruns from last week– when will May Sweeps get here!), and did a lot of chit-chat on IRC, of course.
At about 9:00, I pathetically wandered into the kitchen, looking for dinner. My ability to fend for myself has really declined– I managed to make two small baked potatos (microwave!) with margarine and sour cream. I washed it down with water. Later, I made a snack of pistachios (the same pistachios and his family gave us for Christmas!”), almond cookies left over from Friday night’s Chinese dinner, and hot tea.
I wrote letters and post-cards for everyone in , which was fun. I’m sending these out today so they can arrive before the end of the month! Stupid post office.
I finally logged off and went to bed at about 1:15 A.M. I thought it was earlier, because my clock reset itself when I had to reboot yesterday after the power failure. Every time there’s a power dip in my house, the NFS system my computer is connected to goes offline for a second. When it comes back, it has a slightly different ID. And my computer, connected to the NFS system, freezes up because it’s trying to connect to something that isn’t there. I have complained and complained, but the IT department was out drinkin’ last night, and wasn’t around to fix my problem.
At any rate, I went to bed at 1:15, thinking it was 12:15. John came in around 2:30 or so, waking me from a deep sleep. I was actually a bit surprised– I thought he would be out all night and wouldn’t come home until later today.
I don’t know what time it happened, but at some point, I woke up from a dream about Phoebe and Chandler from Friends, and I lay in bed for a minute or so trying to figure out what was wrong. I had this metallic taste in my mouth, and couldn’t for the life of me figure out why. Eventually I realized that I was nauseated. I get nauseated so rarely, I think I’d kind of forgotten what it felt like.
So I got up and sat down in front of the Porcelain God, and waited. And waited. And waited. And realized I had to pee. Which sucks, because that would mean occupying the one thing I really needed to keep available at that moment. So I waited. Eventually, the nausea passed, I peed, washed my hands, and went back to bed (cold hands!)
John, meanwhile, did not sleep through this, but did not come to help me either. That’s okay. Much as I love John, I know he’s not a good person to have holding your hair while you puke. He’s just as likely to start puking himself, and that is not a good thing.
Anyway, we woke up this morning at about 10:15. It’s a beautiful, sunny day out, and while I’m not willing to tempt my stomach with a long drive, I do want to get out to a cache while it’s nice out. Also, I think it’s time for breakfast. Actually, I missed breakfast– it might be time for Second-Breakfast!
