The Weekend Report

[kittydesade]

Why do I not have a zomgtired icon... You get Astrid instead.

So, after the snafu of Wednesday night Thursday's flight went off with only one hitch. The FO did not even show up for work at the Charlotte airport Thursday morning, so they had to scramble to get someone for the flight to DC. Still, that wasn't much of a delay, so yay. Bria tried to talk me into picking up Sylar again during the interim. I remain a waffle.

I got into DC, hung out with Mom for roughly the 45 minutes it took to get home and check my email to confirm the metro station, and then pretty much zipped right out to meet analise. We went to the mall she'd told me about with the Egyptian themed theatre and the statue of Anubis out front. antsolutely and I were highly amused. We also had dinner at a really good place whose name escapes me and I met jdeignan (also known as the offspring of Petrellicest) and Conan and Andrea. A good time was subsequently had by all except possibly the other patrons of the mall, as we proceeded to stagger about the place like lunatics. Some highlights:

1. Reciting a good half or so of Jabberwocky and snippets of the Walrus and the Carpenter with jdeignan for no readily apparent reason as we staggered out of Medieval Times
2. Hitting most of the possible geek references in rapid succession at dinner, up to and including Firefly, BSG, Bab5, Eddie Izzard, Farscape, Star Wars, Star Trek... I forget which the other ones were but they were there.
3. Having an extended discussion in the sex toy aisle of the Spencers about choosing one (Spencers has a sex toy aisle now. Who knew.)
4. Brandishing DVDs at each other in the FYE. deignan was frightened by Teeth (which led us to believe that he was going to grow up to be Justin DuMorne, thanks to warden_betrayer), I was repulsed by The Immortal, Blair rolled her eyes at numerous bad vampire movies, Andrea ... I forget what she hissed at. Then I attempted to show them all the Operative in drag, which failed miserably as the dvd store we were nearest to did not have it. But we entertained ourselves there, too.
5. Kinder eggs.
6. The ongoing trend of jdeignan, responding to the what-was-that?-nothing bits of the conversation, with a loudly declaimed "Nothing, tra la la?" and me filling in the next several lines of dialogue all by my lonesome. Because I am not a sad, sad person who has memorized the better part of that movie.
7. Picking up a pair of kickass fingerless gloves at Hot Topic.
8. Fleeing Spencers with analise and jdeignan because of something very sick and wrong we'd seen, I can't remember what it was I blocked it out.

After that analise and I went to a Starbucks, decompressed, had very pretty cookies and discussed the weekend plans and that evening.

Friday was graduation day. I actually manged to wake up in something like decent time to shower and get dressed for my sister's graduation. It was hot. Oh my god it was fucking hot. I didn't spend nearly as much time at my alma mater as I meant to because by the time the actual ceremony was over I was exhausted and possibly heatstruck. I did, however, meet my old French teacher. He is still as tall and booming voiced as I remembered.

My sister graduated in fine fashion dressed as a playboy magician's bunny. A pale easter-egg green frothy short dress and bunny ears. She was the third girl in the row. The first girl was kitted out similar and the girl in the center had a pale yellow dress similar to something I think I saw in The Prestige and a black tophat. So maybe they were magician bunnies. But still.

After that I went home and sponged off and dranka nd rehydrated myself. And then I decided that I was going to metro out to a mall and go shopping for summer blouses, of which I suddenly realized I have maybe two. It was a dismal failure and now I remember why I hate shopping malls. 80% of everything is fugly and there is simply no way to feel good about yourself when seen in the reflection of a dressing room mirror.

So, after that, I just went home empty handed and sat around with my family and some family friends until it was time to go publically humiliate my sister at her workplace. She works at a restaurant now that's down the street from the house. She's only been working there a couple of weeks but didn't want ot take the time off for graduation dinner, so we brought the graduation to her. This Was Not My Fault. There were twelve of us, as family dinners are usually somewhat massive occasions, involving family and family friends. The aunts were mostly the ones doing the heckling, Mom joined in some, and my sister heckled back. Then the restaurant manage brought around champagne and sparkling cider for everyone to toast her, which I thought was very sweet of them. We stayed for about two and a half hours then trickled out. I went to bed early that night, and it turned out it was a good thing that I had.

Saturday. OMFG Saturday. Woke up at 0700. Left the house at 0815. Met analise at the metro at about 0900. Got to the festival at about 1000. Then proceeded to wander around the Celtic festival and buy shinies, pet horses, eat shepherd's pie, listen to bright music cheerfully played, converse with people, meet wildwose, look at more shinies, practice the pennywhistle and realize that I remembered more than I thought I did, purchase a book on pennywhistles that I later realized was written by a member of the Incredible String Band (!), discover Ebenezar hawking silver jewelry, sweat a lot, and acquire a new band.

We escaped the festival just before Seth brought down his fury upon our heads. I think it was because analise was buying shinies for Loki and looking at shinies for Raven but paying him no attention. At a Celtic festival. Yeah-huh.

So, having talked analise into going to the club that jdeignan was going to be at both to a) get out and have fun and b) enable me to tell him he's Justin DuMorne before I leave so I can actually see his face when we say it, we needed to get her clubbing clothes. Because, alas, she had none. So we went to the mall to get her some. We got her a nice no-sleeve top and some pinstripe pants, both black, that she could also wear to other things in the event that she didn't dive headfirst into the goth world and paint everything black. And I got some pinstripe pants too that I ended up not wearing, because Hot Topic had no appropriate mobster goth wear except a fedora. So instead I got a hoodie top where the sleeves and hood were fishnet and, as per my deityhood, there was a useless strap. With a buckle. I also got the Fedora of Awesome, which, more on that later.

Then we went home to take an Elizabethan shower and change and put on makeup. I'd forgotten just how bad I am at putting on eyeliner. The lipstick went on better, going for lush instead of harlot. Then we went out for, as analise put it, hoity toity Chinese. Which was not the original intention, the original intention was Chinese buffet. But it turned out to be hoity toity. Also a LOT of food. Zomfg. Good ... um. Not pak thai. Moo shoo. But a lot of food.

After that we went to the club where jdeignan was running late and so we hung around outside for a while and muttered and I called him names. Yes, I did.

We got in. We danced. I got analise out on the dance floor and showed her Screwing In The Lightbulb and I Am A Wavy Bed of Kelp (any of you BSFFAs remember those?) and at first it was mostly just me, her and jdeignan on the floor that I knew. He kept us company for a while, which was good. And we passed around the Fedora of Awesome.

Now, he was dressed up in a half-black half-white suit, so it suited him more than either of us. The fedora was gray with a black (I think) band and a skull and crossbones somewhere on it that probably wasn't at all visible in the club, but since he had the suit, I put it on his head. And then someone took it and put it on their head. And it got passed around the club. The first time it happened he looked somewhat chagrined and patted my shoulder and said he'd get it back, and I told him not to worry about it. After a while we'd just put it on his head and he'd dance for a while, then do something fancy to twirl it and put it on mine or analise's head. It was cute.

Then we took a water break. I made deignan drink because he had been dancing and not drinking water and that's just a bad idea. We also told him he was Justin DuMorne, at which point he drapes his arms around our shoulders, fixes us each with a gimlet eye in turn, and asks why he's going to turn into a man who tortures and tries to kill young sorcerers (note the small S, his word not mine). We stood around and rested for a bit, then went back out. We lost track of the boy and analise and I danced for a bit, and then around hte time we went for a second water break it turned into a hang outside and talk break with jdeignan. We then went back in, got the water, drank, and I wound up half drowning some young Johnny Depp looking guy when I asked if he wanted water, mimed pouring it over his head, and he tilted his head back. Well, we kind of got it in his mouth.

And then he and the three of us stood around talking and it transpired that he was ex Air Force Academy (I introduced myself as Jag and he was all "oh, as in Judge Advocate General?" which, not quite, but that's definitely a sign of osmething when that's the first thing the guy thinks of). He was really quite cute, I have no memory of what his name was, and I kidn of wish I'd gotten his email address. I didn't on account of it sounds too much like I was picking him up.

So, dancing, sweating, resting, pretty much for the rest of the night. We went out at around closing and jdeignan walked us to our car like a sweetheart. He also asked where I'd gotten the Fedora of Awesome, which is why I call it that because that just tickled me pink purple and blue. I gave it to him because, hell. It made him happy.

And then we proceeded to get lost in what I think was downtown Baltimore, or possibly hte upscale ghetto of Baltimore, on the way back to her place to crash since the metro had closed for the night. Yeah. That was not a good idea. We got about four hours' sleep by the time we finally got home at 0300 and then analise drove me to the metro and we said goodbye. :(

I made it out to the airport in time to discover that Delta had no record of my ticket having been paid for or confirmed. Reserved, yes, but neither of those other two things. I was on the verge of crying, yelling, or just buying my own damn ticket home (which didn't seem likely that i'd get out of before the next day which, ugh) when the very lovely Delta woman at the check-in gate got it straightened out for me. She deserves massive karma cookies for that. And I made it home in time to be taken out to dinner by the boy, and then we flopped on the floor for a couple hours.

SO! That was my weekend. I'm exhausted now. What about yours?