a lazy sunday afternoon after an event-filled weekend. beautiful.
i had an unexpected day off friday when i spent 6+ hours in the ER room with my twittish flatmate who fell on a stack of "bookses" & pulled a muscle & never took ibuprofen™ or used a heating pad to address said injury. i am awakened at around 4:15 AM friday morning to her knocking on my door & telling me she actually fell around 1:30 AM & just thought if she slept it would go away.
argh.
5:00 AM - 11:30 AM we are waiting in the ER. i call into work. i advise i'll not be in. i go home. i sleep for 2 hours. and then the weekend commences.
friday we headed to THE BICKETT GALLERY for geoff's acoustic set & the radio silence. there were several pieces i wanted to take home with me: CHRISTINE VAILLANCOURT, BOP, DADA VI & ANY OF HOLLY MILLER'S PIECES.
i was productive saturday. sorta? cleaned, made corn salad for vintage's BBQ baptism, cleaned my car (& then it rained)! we headed out to JORDAN LAKE for grilling out & baptism. & no those were not done simultaneously. pity that as we were walking down to the water for the baptisms that nobody wanted to join me in singing some spirituals. nevertheless, it was wonderful for all the baptisees, but especially for jenny. she cried & cried & cried some more. then again she cries at the drop of a hat. heh.
a big shout-out to the kind soul who brought FRESCA™ to the cook-out. you are my new best friend, especially after i downed three of your offerings. i had been craving fresca like a mug & haven't found it anywhere. i even brought one home for later. i have no shame.
after leaving jordan lake, we headed to andy & stacy's house. since i hadn't really ever met them (other than in passing at vintage), stacy & i were surprised to learn of both being richmond natives. in her words, "ohmigosh, you're like my long lost best friend!". i fell in love with their neighborhood, although it was in the backwoods. and off some road called "apex-barbecue" road. i kid you not. the houses were a mix of victorian & bungalow. i felt like i was minutes from the beach with the cedar shingles, beachy keen colors, & bungalow porches. were it not so freakin' far from raleigh, it would be a consideration. we were going from room to room with me asking where she got all the furniture. i told her i need an inventory of such things. perhaps of the most interest was her vintage hobo table. i was close to slobbering over it, almost as much as their dog, sherpa.
sherpy's a feisty ROTTWEILER who had jon running scared, stomped on my cut toe several times inadvertently, & apparently thinks he's a lapdog. he clambered into my lap no less than five times. newsflash - rottweilers are not lapdogs after they grow up from puppy stage. after random convos & challenges of snow angels on the hardwood floors & the girls beating the guys mercilessly at taboo™, we left the fun. when we got back to my car, we realized i had left my windows cracked. thunderstorms + open windows = wet leather seats which are still not quite right. my poor car.
this morning brought with it community leadership training bright & early, my slack remembrance that i had to greet this morning, me walking in on a guy in the guy's bathroom when i went in to clean the mirrors (he was clothed! & didn't answer my knock!), & ERIK getting a chance to join us for a sunday morning worship at vintage.
and then there was home sweet home.
i had an unexpected day off friday when i spent 6+ hours in the ER room with my twittish flatmate who fell on a stack of "bookses" & pulled a muscle & never took ibuprofen™ or used a heating pad to address said injury. i am awakened at around 4:15 AM friday morning to her knocking on my door & telling me she actually fell around 1:30 AM & just thought if she slept it would go away.
argh.
5:00 AM - 11:30 AM we are waiting in the ER. i call into work. i advise i'll not be in. i go home. i sleep for 2 hours. and then the weekend commences.
friday we headed to THE BICKETT GALLERY for geoff's acoustic set & the radio silence. there were several pieces i wanted to take home with me: CHRISTINE VAILLANCOURT, BOP, DADA VI & ANY OF HOLLY MILLER'S PIECES.
i was productive saturday. sorta? cleaned, made corn salad for vintage's BBQ baptism, cleaned my car (& then it rained)! we headed out to JORDAN LAKE for grilling out & baptism. & no those were not done simultaneously. pity that as we were walking down to the water for the baptisms that nobody wanted to join me in singing some spirituals. nevertheless, it was wonderful for all the baptisees, but especially for jenny. she cried & cried & cried some more. then again she cries at the drop of a hat. heh.
a big shout-out to the kind soul who brought FRESCA™ to the cook-out. you are my new best friend, especially after i downed three of your offerings. i had been craving fresca like a mug & haven't found it anywhere. i even brought one home for later. i have no shame.
after leaving jordan lake, we headed to andy & stacy's house. since i hadn't really ever met them (other than in passing at vintage), stacy & i were surprised to learn of both being richmond natives. in her words, "ohmigosh, you're like my long lost best friend!". i fell in love with their neighborhood, although it was in the backwoods. and off some road called "apex-barbecue" road. i kid you not. the houses were a mix of victorian & bungalow. i felt like i was minutes from the beach with the cedar shingles, beachy keen colors, & bungalow porches. were it not so freakin' far from raleigh, it would be a consideration. we were going from room to room with me asking where she got all the furniture. i told her i need an inventory of such things. perhaps of the most interest was her vintage hobo table. i was close to slobbering over it, almost as much as their dog, sherpa.
sherpy's a feisty ROTTWEILER who had jon running scared, stomped on my cut toe several times inadvertently, & apparently thinks he's a lapdog. he clambered into my lap no less than five times. newsflash - rottweilers are not lapdogs after they grow up from puppy stage. after random convos & challenges of snow angels on the hardwood floors & the girls beating the guys mercilessly at taboo™, we left the fun. when we got back to my car, we realized i had left my windows cracked. thunderstorms + open windows = wet leather seats which are still not quite right. my poor car.
this morning brought with it community leadership training bright & early, my slack remembrance that i had to greet this morning, me walking in on a guy in the guy's bathroom when i went in to clean the mirrors (he was clothed! & didn't answer my knock!), & ERIK getting a chance to join us for a sunday morning worship at vintage.
and then there was home sweet home.
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