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Up until 2am for the past three nights.
Friday: an all-girl sleepover party, the first such that any of us had attended in years. Had a ball, and met or remet several cool women (most of whom turned out to be LJers, go fig. If I missed adding anyone to my friends list, just wave at me). I am becoming aware lately of a certain need for, and appreciation of, more female community in my life. More reflection on that concept coming soon.
Saturday: Went to the Arsenal Mall (where there's now a Target *and* a Linens & Things! I am psyched, almost in spite of myself) for the afternoon, and tore through just about all my remaining gift shopping. Then off to a very nice Holiday Party in the evening, which I used as an excuse to wear the smashing gown Mom got me for Chanukah. The interesting feature of the party was that there was a mix, as others have noted, of suspoids and non-suspoids -- and the latter group were largely college friends of one of our hosts, ergo, people *I* also knew from Brandeis. This made me one of the only crossover guests; not that I'm even sure I did such a good job crossing over, as the Brandeisians were mostly people I knew *of* rather than knew to speak to, and I doubt most of them actually would be able to place me. However, one of the guys in that category was someone I remembered quite distinctly (as in, always used to notice as somewhat cute and dead funny, though in the kind of prickly way that makes a person near-impossible to actually talk to). And I did eventually manage to work my way over and end up spending a chunk of time talking -- not to say flirting -- with him, so that was entertaining in and of itself. For whatever that's worth. Aside from that, the party was nice in the more usual ways. And I've never had champagne with Chambord in it -- I guess that's considered a Kir Royale -- before. Yum.
Sunday: An afternoon-into-evening hangout date with Brian (happy). Got home around 10:30pm, made a few phonecalls, and then buckled down around 11:30 to wrapping and packing all the family Christmas gifts I have yet to ship off. I finally conceded at 1:45 am, with most of the actual *wrapping* done, that there was no way I was going to get anything to the post office today as I had intended. (Okay, I did get *one* box out, but I have, um, five more to do tonight.)
Tonight: finish the gift packing, then a late dinner date with Matthew (happy, happy) before he heads home to NJ tomorrow morning.
And a half-day of work tomorrow... which I suppose means I should show up by 9:30 in order to leave by 1, eh?
Friday: an all-girl sleepover party, the first such that any of us had attended in years. Had a ball, and met or remet several cool women (most of whom turned out to be LJers, go fig. If I missed adding anyone to my friends list, just wave at me). I am becoming aware lately of a certain need for, and appreciation of, more female community in my life. More reflection on that concept coming soon.
Saturday: Went to the Arsenal Mall (where there's now a Target *and* a Linens & Things! I am psyched, almost in spite of myself) for the afternoon, and tore through just about all my remaining gift shopping. Then off to a very nice Holiday Party in the evening, which I used as an excuse to wear the smashing gown Mom got me for Chanukah. The interesting feature of the party was that there was a mix, as others have noted, of suspoids and non-suspoids -- and the latter group were largely college friends of one of our hosts, ergo, people *I* also knew from Brandeis. This made me one of the only crossover guests; not that I'm even sure I did such a good job crossing over, as the Brandeisians were mostly people I knew *of* rather than knew to speak to, and I doubt most of them actually would be able to place me. However, one of the guys in that category was someone I remembered quite distinctly (as in, always used to notice as somewhat cute and dead funny, though in the kind of prickly way that makes a person near-impossible to actually talk to). And I did eventually manage to work my way over and end up spending a chunk of time talking -- not to say flirting -- with him, so that was entertaining in and of itself. For whatever that's worth. Aside from that, the party was nice in the more usual ways. And I've never had champagne with Chambord in it -- I guess that's considered a Kir Royale -- before. Yum.
Sunday: An afternoon-into-evening hangout date with Brian (happy). Got home around 10:30pm, made a few phonecalls, and then buckled down around 11:30 to wrapping and packing all the family Christmas gifts I have yet to ship off. I finally conceded at 1:45 am, with most of the actual *wrapping* done, that there was no way I was going to get anything to the post office today as I had intended. (Okay, I did get *one* box out, but I have, um, five more to do tonight.)
Tonight: finish the gift packing, then a late dinner date with Matthew (happy, happy) before he heads home to NJ tomorrow morning.
And a half-day of work tomorrow... which I suppose means I should show up by 9:30 in order to leave by 1, eh?
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