Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Shut doors, open windows! There is a little bit of post-Comfest letdown going on here, especially considering the way my week is going. NOT an awesome week. Of course, you know me! My faith was shaken for a good 16 hours, but now I believe in everything again. Better things! Screw it, let's talk about Comfest!
For the benefit of our readers who were NOT so fortunate as to be there, here is what happened at Comfest:
-My plane lands.
-Arrive at Comfest, meet up with Brax, get beer. Get cold noodle salad. Lay in grass. Hug thousands of people.
-Destroy O'Riley's Pub. Jessica falls over, Prince's number one hit "7" is played multiple times, bottle breaks in my shoe.
-Tina Turner, ravines, hippies, lawbreaking, Taco Bell.
- Arrive at Comfest. Get veggie burger with cheese and coke. Consume while watching Gay Pride parade.
-Get beer and Indian Food, consume on blanket.
- Shop for dress. Find gorgeous dress. Enter "changing room," consisting of two sheets hanging from a hula hoop, secured by clothespins. Try on medium. Medium will not fit over my ass. Struggle out. Try on large. Large has gaping caverns of fabric where my tits would be if they matched my ass. Think maybe medium will go over my ass if I step into it instead of pulling it over my head. Am horribly, horribly wrong. Struggle out. Give up on dresses.
-Lay on blanket, consume french fries, funnel cake, and two individual pizzas.
-Dance to Lab Rats.
-Go home, watch Airborne. Watch Brax make out with pizza.
-Arrive at Comfest, get beer. Lay in fluctuating blanket community--sometimes one blanket, sometimes many many blankets.
-Magical husband brings snacks. Lay on blanket.
-Topher does fish boat dance. Lay on blanket.
-Get veggie supreme nachos and veggie burrito. Lay on blanket. Get ice cream.
-Lay on blanket.
-Say sad goodbye to Comfest.
-Have gorgeous evening with kids.
What a weekend! I think I got to see everyone that I wanted to see. I think I even got to actually talk to everyone I wanted to see. Sober! Sober enough.
So good to see you! Only 359 days til next Comfest!
p.s. Elvis was totally hot when he was young. Damn.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Whoo! Did I ever have a good time at the ol' comfest! I felt I should say that because we have spent the last 3 weeks talking of nothing but on our blog, and people probably want a follow-up. On Monday after I had gotten done dropping you and Hix at the airport, I finally found my phone charger and checked my messages. I had 8 new messages, and they were all like this:
- New Message. "Karen! I just got down here! I'm going to get some pizza and I'll meet you at the blanket!" BEEP
- New Message. "Duuuuuuuuude! Buddy! We're here waiting for the parade to start, where are you? Call me!" BEEP
....and so on. So it was a little bittersweet, but checking all your comfest messages the day after comfest is kind of a tradition. No more sad! Kitchen pictures........So yeah, the kitchen is always the most put-together room right away. For me, anyway. Otherwise, the beer gets all warm and you will order pizza for every meal until you know where your clean dishes are. Much as I would like it to, my budget does not allow for this.
I also got a new microwave! You may remember the old microwave, pictured below:
Look at how nicely all the chi flows on this side of the kitchen!! Here's a closeup:
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Knitting! I know, right? I mean, this is a knitting blog. But like you, I don't seem to be doing much knitting lately. It's summer, it's freaking hot out, and I am busy! But I do have some pretty sweet yarn shots for you. Unfortunately, after knitting half the body of the wrap-around sweater I was working on, I discovered that huge gague nonwithstanding, my sweater was about 4 sizes too small. Whoops! That yarn substitution will get ya every time! So sadly, but with conviction, I cracked open a Miller Hi Life and frogged the whole thing. Here's the pretty silk lace-weight yarn I'll be knitting it out of (again, on 11's):
Hand dyed, of course, by Karida. Thank you again Karida! Prettiest yarn ever! Moving on, I'm also planning on knitting the mohair scarf from Summer Knitty outta this:
Maybe this should be our blog picture:
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
It is totally hot here! You know I am not one of these people who is addicted to my A/C, but I sure cranked it up last night. Worked all day, and now I'm chillin' on the couch, watchin' a little Dateline. Il Monstro de Italia! What a creepy serial killer. I shouldn't be watching this. I'll probably be up all night worrying about an Italian serial killer from 20 years ago. They never caught him! He could be anywhere.
What was that noise?
Anyway, here are some things:
1. Have you seen this ? A 360 degree tour! Pretty great, huh? It's not exactly how I pictured it--I pictured it as bigger and more basementy...maybe with stone walls. The dumbwaiter is a nice touch.
2. Thanks for the lovely birthday post. At work they had a cake for me, and then I met Karida, Micah, Ellie, and Jess for birthday dinner. Mmmmmm. So a good birthday.
3. I feel totally guilty for having no knitting progress for you. I've been adding about an inch to Tubey each week. So she looks approximately the same as last time, just a little longer. I'm just not much of a project-finisher. My 825 other projects have not been touched in weeks. Ugh. I hate not having enough time to knit. I hope things settle down a little soon.
4. Do you love or hate that yogurt commercial? The one that goes "You're my leetle fluffy one!" I have to admit, I sort of love it. You're my leeetle fluufffy one!!! doo doo doo. I'll probably start singing it to the cats now.
5. Let's make a million of these:
Can't wait to see your face on Friday night!!!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Busy busy!! The ol' husband is visiting. Hooray! I hadn't seen him in 2 weeks and maybe this makes me a big cornball, but when he finally showed up I started to cry. I was having a bad day and ovulating, too, so maybe that contributed to the unusually obvious emotion. I am not much of a crier.
Then the next day I cried some more, because we drove out to Norfolk, VA where two of our friends were getting married. The drive was supposed to take 3 hours. The wedding was at 6. We left DC at noon. WE MISSED THE CEREMONY. Now I know why all the Virginia political advertisements are always talking about what the candidates plan to do about traffic. God Damn! I know we lost 20 minutes with gassing up and Taco Bell, but come on, 6 hours? I am really sorry I missed the ceremony, but that's not why I cried. I cried because the reception was so beautiful. It was a gorgeous wedding and everyone was so happy. Plus, Norfolk is way cuter than you would think. The wedding and reception were in this museum on the waterfront, and the reception was outside with the trees and the water and the dancing on the ancient flagstones! AND there was an after party. With. A trampoline. Oh my God, I nearly ruined my fancy clothes, got a concussion, and barfed. I was just mad about the trampoline. Thankfully I was with some cool girls who were also mad about the trampoline. So a totally excellent way to spend a Saturday.
Um, Comfest! Friday! So excited, my plane gets in at 5:40, so I'll be drunk by 6.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
I'm working really late, so I decided to take a Blogging Break.
I'm pretty sure I'm building myself up for Comfest only to have it fall short of my wild expectations. Lately, I've been reeeeeally tired and stressed out and driving all over Ohio and moving and stuff. I am worried I'll show up at Comfest on Friday afternoon all jittery from no sleep and lots of coffee, and walk around with giant bags under my eyes and proceed to get insane drunk and try and make out with the world by 5pm and pass out on the blanket before it gets dark.
Soooo what I've been trying to avoid in my life lately.
I wanted to take this opportunity to post so that I could:
- Fill you in on the past weekend with Karida, and
- Post something so the first thing people see is neither mayo nor a picture of me with a bunch of chin fat.
Unfortunately (fortunately?), no pictures were taken of the Knitter's Connection or the evening afterwards. But it was super fun! I arrived predictably late, because I had to fill up my almost-flat tire on Saturday morning, but Karida took it in stride. We had a fun day sitting in her booth with her pretty pretty yarn and talking to people. Karida is my new favorite person because she gave me a hank of silk lace-weight yarn, and I'm totally going to make that mohair wrap from fitted knits out of it. I will be sure to post some pictures. Hi, everyone! We still knit!
After the Connection, I went out to Buca di Beppo with Karida and Erika and a whole slew of knitting people. There was a giant jug of house chianti already on the table, and one of the knitting people poured me a glass immediately after I sat down. (dun-dun-dunnnnnnnn) Karida also tried to set me up with a friend of Erika's. He is probably a pretty good guy, but as the night wore on, I got too drunk to pretend he wasn't annoying me, and vice versa. Oh well! It was awesome to see Karida and Erika and meet all the knitters from central Ohio.
I also got my hair cut this weekend. I was going to get it dyed, too, but I remembered my appointment time wrong and Emily called me 20 minutes after I was supposed to show up asking me where the hell I was. Whoops! Am I ever going to get my shit together? But Emily managed to squeeze me in, and I look way better. I would post some pictures, but all the pictures I keep taking of myself look really horrible under the flourescent lights of my office. I think it's the gigantic bags under my eyes.
See you soon!!
Friday, June 8, 2007
Not a lot of knitting content lately! I am going to do a Project Inventory this weekend and share it with you, complete with photos. I am pretty sure there are some moldy old projects that I don't even remember starting lurking around the couch area. So I need to really get that under control. Until then, though, because I don't want the freaking mayo to be the first thing people see when they click to us, here is what you and I looked like as we rang in 2007:
That right there is a moment! I think we are performing a little Cher in this photo. I am rocking out with the big mouth of doom--someone stick a sandwich in there! OR maybe I am about to eat you and you are about to punch me. The gentleman in the background looks sad to see 2006 go. OR maybe he is sad because he couldn't get in the bathroom because li'l Topher doesn't know how to drink responsibly yet. Memories!! It is nice to know that where ever life takes us, we will always ring in the new year with the same group of drunk jerks, just like we've been doing since we were 18. Sure, there has been an addition here and a subtraction there, but the core group of people is pretty much unstoppable.
So we recently discussed cotton. I thought I would take this conversation public, and clarify my position.
I am not an anti-cotton hardliner. I think cotton can be really nice for baby stuff and warshrags. And there are some special cotton yarns out there that are great for general knitting. But 99% of the time I would just rather use wool or one of its affiliates. Cotton is heavy. All that weight can pull your knitting out of shape. It doesn't spring, it just hangs. Depending on the brand, cotton pills. Because cotton has no elasticity, nice even stitches require special attention. But the main thing is that I very, very rarely look at a cotton yarn and get excited. Wool just pushes my buttons in a way cotton never can!! Wool! I love you wool. Cotton, you are cool, but we are just never going to have the kind of close, passionate relationship that wool and I enjoy.
I am, however, an anti-linen hardliner. You could not pay me to knit with linen. Urrrgh, I am shuddering just imagining it.
Anyway, so that's the story on me and cotton. Get ready for Project Inventory 2007, coming soon.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Aaaah, bookshelves. Now, I just have to unpack my clothes and the kitchen and I'll be set!
Sorry for the long post with almost no pictures!
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
wow, am I in the doghouse. I feel terrible. My parents were going to come to DC this weekend. They got their businesses covered and had a dog sitter, and were ready to head out on Thursday...that is, day after tomorrow. And I just called them at 8:30 PM on Tuesday to tell them not to come.
I'm the worst. I have to work all day Friday. I was going to try and weasel out of work on Saturday. But then I remembered about Sunday--I realized that I do, in fact, not get a day off at all this week. And yes, I absolutely should have thought of this before. I could have told them last week if I had only been smart enough to put 2 and 2 together. WHY am I never on top of anything? They asked when to visit and I told TOLD them to come this weekend. Jeeze. Go ahead and ask me what they did with their poop in Victorian England. Ask me about the history of Fair Isle knitting, or if Harry is a horcrux, or about the upcoming presidential election.
But do not ask me what is on my calendar for next week. I have no idea.
When I realized that Sunday June 10th meant this Sunday and not just some vague Sunday sometime in the future, I just had to tell them not to come. There is no point in them driving 8 hours to see me if I can't hang out with them.
This is the really hard thing about living so far from home. It it a big deal when I get to see my family, and so everything has to fall away before that. But I have to draw a line so that I can have a career. Sucktown. I really hope that my parents can come another weekend, a weekend when I can really spend time with them. In the meantime I feel like Joan Crawford's daughter must have felt after she wrote Mommie Dearest.
I am the busiest girl right now. There is crap going on every single day from now til August. I am still working out my 2 weeks notice at the LYS, and the new job is long hours. I like the job and I don't mind long hours, it is just super hectic when I am working 2 jobs and trying to have something of a life. You gotta have days off! Those people who work 70 hours a week and act all holy about it can eat my balls. Days off rule. Days off are necessary for well being. Days off are for people who have their priorities in order.
Congratulations on the new apartment! I can't wait to see it.
p.s. Here's to Seamus and her stomach of steel.
Monday, June 4, 2007
I have no idea why this is being underlined right now! No idea. But no matter, because I got the keys to the new place on Friday! After moving some boxes of books inside, I decided to christen the apartment with a beer, seen here in the kitchen.
Man, what was with that underlining shit back there? Anyway, here's my beer doing a little laundry:
Finally, here is the ol' champagne of beers doing the requisite "looking down the spiral staircase" shot.
...So there are your "teaser" shots of my new apartment! It's in a way cooler neighborhood that is full of these old, beautiful Victorian houses. My building was built around 1920, but it was renovated a few years ago, so I have all the nice stuff like central air, up to date wiring, and no asbestos. It seems really luxurious with the spiral staircase, but I did the math, and it's only $28 more per month than what I was paying for my tiny little apartment on the west side.