Stuff this week
Jul. 23rd, 2011 09:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lynatiI has the brain dumb, for my week has been a full and distracting one.
This week turned out to be busier than I expected. Dorian's was fun; my friend Anna turned up there to do some of the fashion photography, and Hugh Casey took several good shots of me. I wasn't impressed by the new post-event diner; our group of six arrived and were told that despite there still being room in the back with the rest of the group, we would not be seated there because the waitress couldn't handle any more. (And I guess the member of the waitstaff that we did get assigned to was physically incapable of walking 15 extra feet to see to us if we'd been seated in the back instead of where we wound up being seated?)
Oh wait, except then more of the crew showed up and they were allowed to sit in the back. We declared ourselves to be the kid's table and I spent a chunk of the time making eyes at Nikki's sandwich. All in all a fun night; they also had Hubris out to do a couple fire shows on the front walk, and they pretty well rocked. I also set up a time to go over to Nikki's (Wednesday) to help with more organizational stuff.
Sunday I was compelled to suddenly learn in broad strokes all that happened in the marvel universe (centric on the X-groups side of things) printed between 1961 and 1997. I went to bed at 3pm on Monday, slept for 13 hours, and went back to researching things. So I was online early on Tuesday when Steph got in to work and asked what it would take to get me to come over and help organize her wedding stuff. After initially trying to push it back to Thursday night, Steph repeated her request to have me over that night even though I had class at Fleisher until 9:30pm, so I told her if she picked me up I could do it. I wound up crashing on her couch, and was able to get a ride from Erik (on his lunch break) over to Nikki's for our appointment.
Nikki and I completed several hours worth of errands, got back to find her dog Kahlua (who'd had surgery last week) acting despondent, so Nikki left to take her on an emergency vet trip (Clue is since been returned home and is continuing to show improvement.) Then Quiana remembered she'd forgotten her key to Nikki's and so couldn't lock up if we were to leave, and long story short, I wound up not getting home until close to 1:30 am.
Fallout from Tuesday night's pow wow with Steph revealed she'd fallen behind on one of the bigger things, that being getting the orders for the bridesmaid's dresses in, but that was because only two out of six of us had gotten back to her about their dress preference; Steph had a few more style selections she wanted us to look at, and I was able to convince my housemate Naomi to take me our to Havertown on Thursday morning to do so. I was...less than thrilled by what I found, in part because this was a small boutique and not a chain, and they had far less size selection per style in stock. Meaning most of the dresses I tried on were a size or two too small, and thus hard to gauge how they'd actually look on me.
Other fallout from Tuesday was that I was, indeed, needed to come back Thursday night as well, so after we left the Havertown store (and had a pretty awful sandwich at the Llanerch diner) I had Naomi drop me off in Manayunk, where I sat in a Starbucks for six hours and worked on putting all of the wedding details I'd received from Steph into spreadsheet form, as well as putting together an email to the bridesmaids about the state of the dresses and how we needed to all make decisions ASAP. Incidentally, Starbucks has a mocha-coconut latte that is awesome over ice, and no, I only had the one. From there I walked up to the Beat Street Station, since Thursday night is that location's open dance party teaching night. Steph and Erik had a workout session planned for Thursday night, which worked out in my favor in that I could go to the lesson until they were free to pick me up.
I wound up sleeping over Thursday night, this time not planned, as Steph and I decided to try and make a run to the main Alfred Angelo's store on Friday evening after she got out of work. Friday morning I got up, did some work, played Red Faction for a couple hours, and met Steph for the drive to Cherry Hill. Good things came from the trip, including me deciding on my dress, and Steph learning that if she ordered through the main store they had an option that would get things done in eight weeks at no extra charge, as opposed to the $40-per-dress rush fee the other boutique would require.
I got home around 9pm on Friday night, to find that the window AC unit had been put in on the first level, and that the second level of the house (where my bedroom is) had turned into some kind of swamp. I was upstairs maybe two minutes before I needed a shower. So I finally put my window unit in, cranked it, and went to take a shower. I returned to find most of the household kitty brats melted across my desk in front of the AC unit.
Then I went to sleep around 10pm, because I was just that tired. Now I have a three-page email to respond to about TGS, the latest in a very good series of feedback sessions with Spen.
But first, breakfast.
This week turned out to be busier than I expected. Dorian's was fun; my friend Anna turned up there to do some of the fashion photography, and Hugh Casey took several good shots of me. I wasn't impressed by the new post-event diner; our group of six arrived and were told that despite there still being room in the back with the rest of the group, we would not be seated there because the waitress couldn't handle any more. (And I guess the member of the waitstaff that we did get assigned to was physically incapable of walking 15 extra feet to see to us if we'd been seated in the back instead of where we wound up being seated?)
Oh wait, except then more of the crew showed up and they were allowed to sit in the back. We declared ourselves to be the kid's table and I spent a chunk of the time making eyes at Nikki's sandwich. All in all a fun night; they also had Hubris out to do a couple fire shows on the front walk, and they pretty well rocked. I also set up a time to go over to Nikki's (Wednesday) to help with more organizational stuff.
Sunday I was compelled to suddenly learn in broad strokes all that happened in the marvel universe (centric on the X-groups side of things) printed between 1961 and 1997. I went to bed at 3pm on Monday, slept for 13 hours, and went back to researching things. So I was online early on Tuesday when Steph got in to work and asked what it would take to get me to come over and help organize her wedding stuff. After initially trying to push it back to Thursday night, Steph repeated her request to have me over that night even though I had class at Fleisher until 9:30pm, so I told her if she picked me up I could do it. I wound up crashing on her couch, and was able to get a ride from Erik (on his lunch break) over to Nikki's for our appointment.
Nikki and I completed several hours worth of errands, got back to find her dog Kahlua (who'd had surgery last week) acting despondent, so Nikki left to take her on an emergency vet trip (Clue is since been returned home and is continuing to show improvement.) Then Quiana remembered she'd forgotten her key to Nikki's and so couldn't lock up if we were to leave, and long story short, I wound up not getting home until close to 1:30 am.
Fallout from Tuesday night's pow wow with Steph revealed she'd fallen behind on one of the bigger things, that being getting the orders for the bridesmaid's dresses in, but that was because only two out of six of us had gotten back to her about their dress preference; Steph had a few more style selections she wanted us to look at, and I was able to convince my housemate Naomi to take me our to Havertown on Thursday morning to do so. I was...less than thrilled by what I found, in part because this was a small boutique and not a chain, and they had far less size selection per style in stock. Meaning most of the dresses I tried on were a size or two too small, and thus hard to gauge how they'd actually look on me.
Other fallout from Tuesday was that I was, indeed, needed to come back Thursday night as well, so after we left the Havertown store (and had a pretty awful sandwich at the Llanerch diner) I had Naomi drop me off in Manayunk, where I sat in a Starbucks for six hours and worked on putting all of the wedding details I'd received from Steph into spreadsheet form, as well as putting together an email to the bridesmaids about the state of the dresses and how we needed to all make decisions ASAP. Incidentally, Starbucks has a mocha-coconut latte that is awesome over ice, and no, I only had the one. From there I walked up to the Beat Street Station, since Thursday night is that location's open dance party teaching night. Steph and Erik had a workout session planned for Thursday night, which worked out in my favor in that I could go to the lesson until they were free to pick me up.
I wound up sleeping over Thursday night, this time not planned, as Steph and I decided to try and make a run to the main Alfred Angelo's store on Friday evening after she got out of work. Friday morning I got up, did some work, played Red Faction for a couple hours, and met Steph for the drive to Cherry Hill. Good things came from the trip, including me deciding on my dress, and Steph learning that if she ordered through the main store they had an option that would get things done in eight weeks at no extra charge, as opposed to the $40-per-dress rush fee the other boutique would require.
I got home around 9pm on Friday night, to find that the window AC unit had been put in on the first level, and that the second level of the house (where my bedroom is) had turned into some kind of swamp. I was upstairs maybe two minutes before I needed a shower. So I finally put my window unit in, cranked it, and went to take a shower. I returned to find most of the household kitty brats melted across my desk in front of the AC unit.
Then I went to sleep around 10pm, because I was just that tired. Now I have a three-page email to respond to about TGS, the latest in a very good series of feedback sessions with Spen.
But first, breakfast.
