The weekend
Dec. 7th, 2004 01:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenIt's always nice to see friends from out of town...especially when seeing those friends involves alcohol. In the words of the great Quagmire, "Allllll right!" Friday night, Cindy arrived from Atlanta and was mobbed by Elizabeth who was down from Boston. She was then the toast of a Wind Ensemble party which I more or less just crashed for the company--Liz, CFDave, Cindy, theKathy--and the free alcohol. I made myself some Sex-on-the-Beach-like drinks, got good and buzzed, inquired after a rather cute, rakish looking undergrad (damn it, had a girlfriend), then took my leave around 1 am, stopping to pick up Carrie and the best Salt and Vinegar chips in this hemisphere, the Nantucket kettle-cooked brand from Morton Williams (as opposed to Smith's Crisps which are the best salt and vinegar chips in the Southern Hemisphere, and their Bega and Cheddar varieties ain't half bad either).
Saturday, I got up relatively early for me as a direct result of being forced to wake up when Elizabeth came screaming into my room. Cindy'd slept over, arriving some time after I went to bed, but she'd just arrived. I was feeling a bit more sick than I'd been over the past week (note to self: alcohol doesn't help head congestion), so I was groggy but communicative. Liz, in her own inimitable fashion, looked at me, and said, "I have a question: are you naked under there?" Which in turn touched off a discussion of the hygenic concerns of sleeping naked in addition to personal preferences and the like. Eventually, we managed to get out of the apartment and down to meet Liz's friend Mike for Wendy's and then a walk around the East Village before heading up to Rockefeller Center to see the tree.
Never, ever go there on a weekend. It's a zoo for about ten blocks in either N/S direction. We ducked into the Japanese Book shop to wait for theKathy to join us, instead of fighting the crowd, which was trouble because that store is too distracting for words. There's pretty art to look at, calendars, manga, GORGEOUS origami paper, gel pens, more manga. It was hard to leave with nothing, but somehow, I managed. After that, we took at look at the re-opened FAO Schwartz but decided the line outside wasn't worth getting to see the employees play on the "Big" style giant keyboard (we could see that through the window). From there, we ducked into a craft fair at Columbus Circle (like those ones on the steps at Columbia, mostly, minus the plant seller), and walked up to Dallas BBQ.
WHICH WAS TEH AWESOME. I don't know how I managed, but I got TWO, count 'em, TWO Texas-sized drinks of a special they had that was, according to the description the nice waiter gave us, sort of like a Long Island Iced Tea, but which was bright peacock blue and frozen. It tasted like Kool-Aid, and the extra shot, something called Hynoptique or something like that, was DELICIOUS. I sipped it! I didn't have to down the alcohol like a fool and shudder horribly afterward! I've gotta go buy some of that. I got two because it was too good not to, and I kept alcohol poisoning and a repeat performance of karaoke infamy at bay with appetizer wings (in a word: GREAT) and my usual Bacon Cheddar Burger. After that, I was so happy and content and hoarse from shouting things that were probably inappropriate (though nothing will ever sear the memory like a previous trip to the BBQ), that I barely recall going from dinner to theKathy's suite at EC for Trivial Pursuit. But the better memories remain: singing "Roar, Lion, Roar" at Dallas BBQ (because the waiter mentioned the table next to us was also from Columbia--and they joined in!), coming from behind to win the last piece in Trivial Pursuit which, by mutual agreement was the end of the game as we'd been keeping up theKathy's suitemates. So, who cares if I paid no attention to the subway ride up or that I can't remember if I did actually buy that Diet Coke I wanted (I remember thinking really hard about it, but soda tends not to last around me, so, even if I'd been 100% sober, I probably wouldn't remember).
Sunday, I sort of paid for the alcohol again by being really ugh-y. I'd told Liz, Lisa, and Cindy I wouldn't be making brunch in advance, and I just made it out of bed when they were leaving. I think they said hi, I said 'ugh' and got in the shower. I'd been dealing with having a really stuffed up nose for the past week, but alcohol partying just brought down misery on my head. I was also now hoarse from being loud the night before, so my voice was cracky anyway, but ugh, ugh, ugh, the mucous, oh the mucous! I'd been unable to sleep properly, gotten up to take medication and tried to sleep again, unsuccessfully, though eventually enough cold&flu pills made it so I could breathe regularly (the complication of which had kept waking me up). I felt bad after folks left that I missed the sort-of goodbye brunch, but it took some serious salt+water and medication to get me up to the point of attending the Wind Ensemble concert at Columbia, and even then, I spent most of the time a tad loopy (Liz and Lisa kept teasing me about 'seeing the music! ooh the colors!' so I decided not to let on about what it was really like...). I took the subway home with some cookies left over from the refreshment table (yeah, Wind Ensemble! Way to splurge on those John Jay cookies), got off at 86th with Cindy (she was going to her aunt's) where I also said goodbye to Elizabeth (she was headed down for the bus back to Boston).
Not surprisingly, the weekend ended with Carrie and BSD making a Sailor Moon binge, in which there was, I have to admit, one very, very funny scene towards the end of it all. Allow me to save you 2000 minutes of watching up to this episode (possibly longer), and describe it here:
All Sailor Moon episodes end the same way:
1) Minion of great evil doer tries to steal something.
2) It never turns out to be what he/she/it wants, or else the Sailor Scouts steal it back.
3) The Sailor Scouts show up in some configuration (this season focused mainly on Moon and Chibi-Moon, and I hate myself for knowing this)
4) Minion departs rather than fight, acting all superior as he/she/it runs away like the coward he/she/it is. Minion leaves behind monster/shadow/demon/robot/mini-minion to fight Sailor Scouts on its own.
5) Minion's monster is almost always female. It is always starts out winning as the Scouts' attacks are deflected easily and they run around like a bunch of, well, girls.
6) Monster is momentarily distracted by appearance of severely gay man in need of some disillusionment about his sexual preferences and the attractiveness of his wardrobe, aka Tuxedo Mask. Tuxedo Mask distracts monster by throwing a rose at it, which is somehow more painful than being, alternatively, burned, drowned, whipped, and electrocuted. Well, I guess those thorns hurt.
7) Monster, now distracted, is defeated by whatever is Sailor Moon's strongest attack for that season.
Where this episode got funny was right at the bridge between step 5 and 6. The Sailor Scouts, in good fashion, all fell over after being viciously bounced on by a rubber-ball monster (excuse me, the brother of the first rubber ball monster, and yes, he too was was a rubber-ball monster). Then the ball started looking around, and you heard the cheesy acoustic guitar playing that follows immediately after Tuxedo Mask throws his flowers of doom, only this time it plays before he shows up and the monster keeps waiting! To those of you who don't find this funny, trust me when I say it was, though I admit that several hours of Sailor Moon might have done something to my brain. For equivolent funny, think of Cowboy Bebop in the episode with the Teddy Bear bomber and Cowboy Andy. Andy's entrances are always preceded by whistling cowboy music, and, at the end, when the bomber practically invites Andy and Spike to catch him (they being to preoccupied hating each other to notice the bounty they're supposed to be after), he begins to explain himself to Spike, when Spike tells him to "shh!" holding up a finger and straining to hear, you guessed it, Andy's entrance song. It's amusing when character theme music is part of the show dialogue and isn't just for us. Hee.
And, thank you NYT for this. My favorite bit explains my weekend very nicely:
After drinking too much, people tend not to sleep very deeply, Dr. Wiese said, because the brain also becomes more alert as the depressant effects wear off. While that means that alcohol-fueled dreams may be very lively, it also means that in addition to being dried out and suffering various aches, pains and twitches, hangover victims are quite likely to wake up tired, thirsty and very, very sleepy.
Saturday, I got up relatively early for me as a direct result of being forced to wake up when Elizabeth came screaming into my room. Cindy'd slept over, arriving some time after I went to bed, but she'd just arrived. I was feeling a bit more sick than I'd been over the past week (note to self: alcohol doesn't help head congestion), so I was groggy but communicative. Liz, in her own inimitable fashion, looked at me, and said, "I have a question: are you naked under there?" Which in turn touched off a discussion of the hygenic concerns of sleeping naked in addition to personal preferences and the like. Eventually, we managed to get out of the apartment and down to meet Liz's friend Mike for Wendy's and then a walk around the East Village before heading up to Rockefeller Center to see the tree.
Never, ever go there on a weekend. It's a zoo for about ten blocks in either N/S direction. We ducked into the Japanese Book shop to wait for theKathy to join us, instead of fighting the crowd, which was trouble because that store is too distracting for words. There's pretty art to look at, calendars, manga, GORGEOUS origami paper, gel pens, more manga. It was hard to leave with nothing, but somehow, I managed. After that, we took at look at the re-opened FAO Schwartz but decided the line outside wasn't worth getting to see the employees play on the "Big" style giant keyboard (we could see that through the window). From there, we ducked into a craft fair at Columbus Circle (like those ones on the steps at Columbia, mostly, minus the plant seller), and walked up to Dallas BBQ.
WHICH WAS TEH AWESOME. I don't know how I managed, but I got TWO, count 'em, TWO Texas-sized drinks of a special they had that was, according to the description the nice waiter gave us, sort of like a Long Island Iced Tea, but which was bright peacock blue and frozen. It tasted like Kool-Aid, and the extra shot, something called Hynoptique or something like that, was DELICIOUS. I sipped it! I didn't have to down the alcohol like a fool and shudder horribly afterward! I've gotta go buy some of that. I got two because it was too good not to, and I kept alcohol poisoning and a repeat performance of karaoke infamy at bay with appetizer wings (in a word: GREAT) and my usual Bacon Cheddar Burger. After that, I was so happy and content and hoarse from shouting things that were probably inappropriate (though nothing will ever sear the memory like a previous trip to the BBQ), that I barely recall going from dinner to theKathy's suite at EC for Trivial Pursuit. But the better memories remain: singing "Roar, Lion, Roar" at Dallas BBQ (because the waiter mentioned the table next to us was also from Columbia--and they joined in!), coming from behind to win the last piece in Trivial Pursuit which, by mutual agreement was the end of the game as we'd been keeping up theKathy's suitemates. So, who cares if I paid no attention to the subway ride up or that I can't remember if I did actually buy that Diet Coke I wanted (I remember thinking really hard about it, but soda tends not to last around me, so, even if I'd been 100% sober, I probably wouldn't remember).
Sunday, I sort of paid for the alcohol again by being really ugh-y. I'd told Liz, Lisa, and Cindy I wouldn't be making brunch in advance, and I just made it out of bed when they were leaving. I think they said hi, I said 'ugh' and got in the shower. I'd been dealing with having a really stuffed up nose for the past week, but alcohol partying just brought down misery on my head. I was also now hoarse from being loud the night before, so my voice was cracky anyway, but ugh, ugh, ugh, the mucous, oh the mucous! I'd been unable to sleep properly, gotten up to take medication and tried to sleep again, unsuccessfully, though eventually enough cold&flu pills made it so I could breathe regularly (the complication of which had kept waking me up). I felt bad after folks left that I missed the sort-of goodbye brunch, but it took some serious salt+water and medication to get me up to the point of attending the Wind Ensemble concert at Columbia, and even then, I spent most of the time a tad loopy (Liz and Lisa kept teasing me about 'seeing the music! ooh the colors!' so I decided not to let on about what it was really like...). I took the subway home with some cookies left over from the refreshment table (yeah, Wind Ensemble! Way to splurge on those John Jay cookies), got off at 86th with Cindy (she was going to her aunt's) where I also said goodbye to Elizabeth (she was headed down for the bus back to Boston).
Not surprisingly, the weekend ended with Carrie and BSD making a Sailor Moon binge, in which there was, I have to admit, one very, very funny scene towards the end of it all. Allow me to save you 2000 minutes of watching up to this episode (possibly longer), and describe it here:
All Sailor Moon episodes end the same way:
1) Minion of great evil doer tries to steal something.
2) It never turns out to be what he/she/it wants, or else the Sailor Scouts steal it back.
3) The Sailor Scouts show up in some configuration (this season focused mainly on Moon and Chibi-Moon, and I hate myself for knowing this)
4) Minion departs rather than fight, acting all superior as he/she/it runs away like the coward he/she/it is. Minion leaves behind monster/shadow/demon/robot/mini-minion to fight Sailor Scouts on its own.
5) Minion's monster is almost always female. It is always starts out winning as the Scouts' attacks are deflected easily and they run around like a bunch of, well, girls.
6) Monster is momentarily distracted by appearance of severely gay man in need of some disillusionment about his sexual preferences and the attractiveness of his wardrobe, aka Tuxedo Mask. Tuxedo Mask distracts monster by throwing a rose at it, which is somehow more painful than being, alternatively, burned, drowned, whipped, and electrocuted. Well, I guess those thorns hurt.
7) Monster, now distracted, is defeated by whatever is Sailor Moon's strongest attack for that season.
Where this episode got funny was right at the bridge between step 5 and 6. The Sailor Scouts, in good fashion, all fell over after being viciously bounced on by a rubber-ball monster (excuse me, the brother of the first rubber ball monster, and yes, he too was was a rubber-ball monster). Then the ball started looking around, and you heard the cheesy acoustic guitar playing that follows immediately after Tuxedo Mask throws his flowers of doom, only this time it plays before he shows up and the monster keeps waiting! To those of you who don't find this funny, trust me when I say it was, though I admit that several hours of Sailor Moon might have done something to my brain. For equivolent funny, think of Cowboy Bebop in the episode with the Teddy Bear bomber and Cowboy Andy. Andy's entrances are always preceded by whistling cowboy music, and, at the end, when the bomber practically invites Andy and Spike to catch him (they being to preoccupied hating each other to notice the bounty they're supposed to be after), he begins to explain himself to Spike, when Spike tells him to "shh!" holding up a finger and straining to hear, you guessed it, Andy's entrance song. It's amusing when character theme music is part of the show dialogue and isn't just for us. Hee.
And, thank you NYT for this. My favorite bit explains my weekend very nicely:
After drinking too much, people tend not to sleep very deeply, Dr. Wiese said, because the brain also becomes more alert as the depressant effects wear off. While that means that alcohol-fueled dreams may be very lively, it also means that in addition to being dried out and suffering various aches, pains and twitches, hangover victims are quite likely to wake up tired, thirsty and very, very sleepy.
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Date: 2004-12-07 11:12 am (UTC)You did buy the Diet Coke, which I drank. :-)
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Date: 2004-12-07 11:42 am (UTC)Right. So where is it? Same place as before?
I love teddy bear bomber! I want to watch that episode again RIGHT NOW.
As for Sailor Moon, you really need to see the brief ReBoot parody of that too. I'll force it upon you next time I'm around.
I always sleep really well after getting drunk, not that it happens very often. And I haven't had a hangover yet. :P
*grabs him by the arm*
Date: 2004-12-07 11:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-07 12:06 pm (UTC)You would have known this, if you had gone to the Web! Pffft!
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Date: 2004-12-07 12:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-08 01:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-08 03:49 pm (UTC)Maybe across from the tree directly? Wait a month, then explore. It should clear out by then.
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Date: 2004-12-09 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-10 06:14 pm (UTC)