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Of love and friendship, mostly
May. 4th, 2009 04:35 pm*sticks head over parapet and breaks radio silence*
It hasn't actually been almost two months, has it? I think there must have been a bizarre temporal temporal anomaly somewhere. But then, it may be that a significant amount of the time I seem to have lost can be accounted for by a recent but all-consuming joint addiction to Battle Star Galactica and Skins. That seems far more likely than the possibility of my having disappeared through a worm-hole in time and arrived at this particular now a few weeks earlier than everybody else.
Of course, there were also a few weeks when my emotional yoyo was sufficiently on the downswing that anything I wrote would have been one long bitch/moan session, which is generally best avoided, I think
So, focusing on the positive, March's highpoint was a week in what could reasonably be described as a mansion - if a small one - in Ramsgate. Games, good food, books, perfect weather and fabulous company. And I got my own creepy tower room, which was rather cool, except for the fact that, come nightfall, it did a fairly good job of scaring the bejesus out of me. Overactive imagination? Me?
Mayday saw Chris' wedding and, although I invariably find weddings more than a little awkward, it was, in many ways, perfect. The weather and the setting were beautiful, nobody got excessively drunk and threw themselves at the best man (which was, depending on how cynical you'd like to be, either the highlight or the low point of the last wedding I went to) and the happy couple did indeed look very happy.
It was only my second church wedding, and my first one in English, so it was something of an education. For example:-
- The bride and groom having to kneel for the blessing? Just bizarre, quite frankly.
- English Protestant weddings go on a lot less than Spanish Catholic ones, although both are equally tedious.
- The pews couldn't be more uncomfortable if they tried.
- I don't burst into flame just by walking into church, which is nice to know.
But all in all, it was a very good day.
The time between those two points has included a Swedish vampire film, in the form of Let the Right One In (highly recommended) ;Regency literature in the form of Emma (something of a disappointment, given how much I loved Pride and Prejudice. My differing opinions of the two can probably be best explained thusly: Elizabeth Bennet is a fabulous character with whom it was a pleasure to spend several hundred pages. Emma Woodhouse is vain, arrogant , selfish, small minded and unpleasant. Oh well. You can't like everyone :) ); and my first hangover in over 10 years (there was gin. It wasn't pretty). Next weekend, assuming I can get Monday off, and the ticket arrives on time, will bring another jaunt Southwards for Gotham. No rest for the wicked ;)
It hasn't actually been almost two months, has it? I think there must have been a bizarre temporal temporal anomaly somewhere. But then, it may be that a significant amount of the time I seem to have lost can be accounted for by a recent but all-consuming joint addiction to Battle Star Galactica and Skins. That seems far more likely than the possibility of my having disappeared through a worm-hole in time and arrived at this particular now a few weeks earlier than everybody else.
Of course, there were also a few weeks when my emotional yoyo was sufficiently on the downswing that anything I wrote would have been one long bitch/moan session, which is generally best avoided, I think
So, focusing on the positive, March's highpoint was a week in what could reasonably be described as a mansion - if a small one - in Ramsgate. Games, good food, books, perfect weather and fabulous company. And I got my own creepy tower room, which was rather cool, except for the fact that, come nightfall, it did a fairly good job of scaring the bejesus out of me. Overactive imagination? Me?
Mayday saw Chris' wedding and, although I invariably find weddings more than a little awkward, it was, in many ways, perfect. The weather and the setting were beautiful, nobody got excessively drunk and threw themselves at the best man (which was, depending on how cynical you'd like to be, either the highlight or the low point of the last wedding I went to) and the happy couple did indeed look very happy.
It was only my second church wedding, and my first one in English, so it was something of an education. For example:-
- The bride and groom having to kneel for the blessing? Just bizarre, quite frankly.
- English Protestant weddings go on a lot less than Spanish Catholic ones, although both are equally tedious.
- The pews couldn't be more uncomfortable if they tried.
- I don't burst into flame just by walking into church, which is nice to know.
But all in all, it was a very good day.
The time between those two points has included a Swedish vampire film, in the form of Let the Right One In (highly recommended) ;Regency literature in the form of Emma (something of a disappointment, given how much I loved Pride and Prejudice. My differing opinions of the two can probably be best explained thusly: Elizabeth Bennet is a fabulous character with whom it was a pleasure to spend several hundred pages. Emma Woodhouse is vain, arrogant , selfish, small minded and unpleasant. Oh well. You can't like everyone :) ); and my first hangover in over 10 years (there was gin. It wasn't pretty). Next weekend, assuming I can get Monday off, and the ticket arrives on time, will bring another jaunt Southwards for Gotham. No rest for the wicked ;)
