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Spent Saturday at Islands of Adventure to celebrate [ profile] jkason's birthday.

I haven’t ever thought of myself as a Harry Potter geek, and yet I was all goofy as we walked into Hogsmeade, and did a little geeky dance of joy when we saw Hagrid’s cottage. (FANG WAS BARKING, OKAY? DO NOT JUDGE ME!)

My parents took the boyo to Magic Kingdom for the day, so I didn’t have to have Mom-guilt. I did miss him a lot, though—like, even more than I usually do when he’s not around. It hit the Lovely Husband, too; we spent a lot of time saying, "Oh, Z would love this," or "Z would hate that."

Said Z and I spent Sunday afternoon comparing stories and plotting out what sort of wands we want (even though the wand chooses the wizard and all that; I figure if the Sorting Hat takes requests, so can the good people at Ollivander’s) when we eventually go as a family to Universal.

My other trip highlights include the Spider-Man ride, which was awesome; the Jurassic Park ride (always go on rides with people who are willing to play along); and riding the Dudley Do-Right flume ride in the rain while swearing a lot and making bad 50 Shades of Grey jokes. Because we are very immature.

It was also lovely to stay up late talking about musicals and revenge tragedy and general gossip with Jason. That was probably my favorite thing. Dinner at Tu Tu Tango (art on the walls, dancers, artists painting, and so. much. food.) with three of my favorite people was a pretty close second.

Oh, and …

Z told me today that when he got off the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train ride, he said a bad word. The ‘h’ word.

Then he paused, and said, “Well, actually it was the ‘b-h’ word.” Longer pause as he waited for the adults to figure it out. ”You know,” he said, “Ron says it.”

Wait. “‘Bloody hell’? You said ‘bloody hell’?”

"That’s the one, yeah!"
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The scoop on Scott and I meeting Alton Brown is up over on WP (with footnotes. After a day of jury duty--which is certainly our most depressing civic duty, if nothing else--I am too tired to cross-post and deal with footnotes).

If you don't know who Alton Brown is ... well, there's a link. As the paperboy fish on Spongebob says, "Arm yourself with knowledge."
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So, 2013. For an awful lot of reasons, just a not-good year.

But every year has good things, and this is a list of mine:

1. My lovely husband just kept happily surprising me at every turn this year.

2. Got to go to Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer's ninja gig in Sarasota with [ profile] jkason!

3. Had a lovely 40th birthday slumber party with [ profile] doggiesushi, [ profile] jkason, and my boys. John surprised the hell out of me and prompted the sort of swearing I usually reserve for ... well, actually, I don't know what I reserve that level of swearing for, other than my oldest BFF on my front porch after chatting with me like he was going to the damn store in Michigan. (Special thanks to [ profile] sugarcoatedlie for keeping the secret on Facebook.)

4. Team Zweeble trip to Legoland! Got the kid on two rollercoasters, one of them four times!

5. Team Zweeble trip to North Carolina, which was, for me, a lovely respite from a really hard time. My in-laws are good people that I like being around. (Next time, though, secret grandkids-generation illuminati dinner out at the pizza place in Murphy!)

6. The boyo loved Peter Pan--he sat through the entire thing, solemn and enthralled, and at the end of the evening he declared it the best night of his life.

7. "The Drowned Man" in Beneath Ceaseless Skies, y'all!

8. So David proposed to Jason, and Scott and I got to be a part of it. I got in so much trouble, but it was totally worth it.

9. NOBODY WAS SICK FOR THANKSGIVING. And we all went to Mote Marine!

10. I love all of my friends, but Jason (and David) gets some extra love this year for being amazing. JC gets an honorable mention, because we both ended up needing some phone calls this year that, really, neither of us wanted. Thank you all, though, for being here for me and generally being lovely.

There were also a lot of stories, and new friends, good music, and a growing boy who also spent the year surprising me at every turn.

Hope you all have a wonderful New Year, and a 2014 that includes stories and art and love and good friends. And pizza, because I'm about to have some.
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... I am not going to try and format this over here.

I wrote about this past week's Glee over at WordPress--grief and growing up and holy cats, Chris Colfer has shoulders, man!

[ profile] gnadige, if you want to read something slightly more coherent than what I dumped onto FB, go check it out. (Also, I totally name-checked you.)
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Do you know how hard it is to try and research what types of fabric were used in the 19th century?  I mean, it's a small detail, and it's a throwaway line, and it's alternate history, anyway--but while that means I could probably say that denim came into widespread use in (as a totally fake example because I don't have my notes in front of me and I feel lazy right now), say, 1850 rather than the (totally fake, again, making it up) actual date of 1887, I don't want to do something akin to dressing a character in polyester in 1850.

Anyway, I decided to hop on the library database since Google was doing me no favors ... and while, in the end, my lovely costume-designer friend, David, was way more of a help in a Facebook comment than either the databases or Google (not to mention various other folk--make friends with librarians and intellectuals, y'all, it pays off), I did find what may be my favorite article title ever:  "'Fighting the Corsetless Evil': Shaping Corsets and Culture, 1900-1930."  Here, have a quote from the abstract:

"Manufacturers and retailers instituted new merchandising tactics to resist the 'corsetless evil' and disseminated pro-corset ideologies culled from dominant discourses about race, nation, and female inferiority. "Scientific" methods of corset-fitting blamed discomfort on fit rather than on the garment itself."

"Pro-corset ideologies."  This is lovely.  Since I've read numerous modern articles claiming that if a bra is uncomfortable, you're wearing one that doesn't fit, I am filled with thought and speculation, now ...

Oh, and damn, I was actually going to research the history of the brassiere and forgot.  Note to self.

Look, kids, cite your sources!  The above quote is from ...

Fields, Jill. "`Fighting The Corsetless Evil': Shaping Corsets And Culture, 1900-1930." Journal Of Social History 33.2 (1999): 355. America: History and Life with Full Text. Web. 24 June 2013.
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Ugh, time change. Even if I do get my hour back, my body clock is still all messed up.

So, what's going on? I still feel like I'm playing catch-up from earlier in October, but I also feel like I'm getting there. Cleaning the house today definitely helped. I have a bunch of forms to send back to the other guy's insurance company, and some phone calls to make, and there will likely be more forms later, but I'm hoping they're tapering off.

The new car is finally starting to feel like it's mine--it's a 2010 Chevy Cobalt, and for a while there I couldn't really answer when people asked me how I liked it. Out of the roughly 8.2 million cars we test-drove, it was the best, but otherwise I was still mourning my Camry. I really liked my car. Yeah, it wasn't flashy, and it had 100,000 miles on it, and there were things starting to fall apart on it, but I wasn't at a point where I was planning to get rid of it. Anyway, now that the faux-new car smell is gone and I've gotten the seat belt scrubbed down, the Cobalt is cool. The iPod input jack makes me incredibly happy; being able to listen to David Tennant as Benedick without static is ... sigh. Actually, the whole stereo is really sweet.

It doesn't have as many hidey-holes as the Camry (seriously, Toyotas are all about the storage), and I miss the overhead lights in the front seat--oh, and there's no indicator on the dash for the headlights being on, and this irritates me out of all proportion.

I'm glad my long national nightmare of car shopping is over.

Tomorrow I start volunteering at Z's school, in the library. I figured at least this way, I sort of know what I'm doing.

My mother's been getting together with Scott every weekend to do Accounting homework; that means I've been taking Z all over the place to get him out of the house so they can work. This is exhausting, especially since Grandma has joined us in our weekly excursions. But it's also fun, and I know GeeGee loves spending time with the boy.

Got to see [ profile] doggiesushi a couple of weeks ago when he was in town, and Z kept himself occupied for a lot of the visit, which was ... really cool. He's been a lot more self-sufficient recently, which is nice. Right now, I'm not the mom who freaks out when my baby gets more independent (I reserve the right to break down later, if need be)--I'm just thrilled I get some time to myself again.

It was good to see JC. I miss him. I'm super-happy I've gotten an annual sighting the past two years!

Jason's doing a kids' show! So we're going to introduce the Zweeble to live theater! This is a very exciting prospect.
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I am thankful for ...

My sweet babboos, the Zweeble and the Lovely Husband, who crack me up and aggressively snuggle me, sometimes at the same time.

My parents and my grandmother, who have helped us through this crazy-ass year with unflinching support and good humor.

My local friends, who have also helped us through this crazy-ass year with pizza and movies and lots of snark.

My not-local friends, who text and post here and on Facebook and add to the support and the snark. I got to see a lot of them this year, which is one of the shining good things of 2011.

The Zweeb's school, where the teachers helped him cope with change by giving him consistency and digging how awesome he is.

New friends, and silliness, and unexpected stories. Kind words, encouragement, and some really good hair days. Good things in my day job and good things in my writing. A really neat spider necklace, and a cool cloche hat.

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all.
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I am so very tired. But as I have to work tomorrow and don't know when I'll get a chance to write a coherent account of The Wedding, I will instead go for semi-coherent.

--I love to vacation with [ profile] gnadige. It's been a damn long time since I have traveled alone, and I have no sense of direction. Now, granted, had I been the only one driving around, I may have figured things out, but there's at least as good a chance that I'd have wound up going to Chicago or Canada on my way to [ profile] doggiesushi's house.

--Everyone John knows, knows the word "bitchshitter." I think one of my favorite moments was when someone said that particular John-ism at dinner and the entire table--childhood friends, adult friends, everyone--cracked up. I was a bit nervous meeting so many new people, but when the TARDIS reference came up, I figured we were all good.

--[ profile] jenifoto and [ profile] stotangirl IN DA HOUSE, YO! Also, conversation with [ profile] takarosa is pretty much like reading her LJ, especially the discussion about ... ahem ... adult topics. I was super-happy to finally meet both of them live and in person. :) It was also great to meet all these people whose LJ comments I've seen, or whose journals I've clicked over to from comments before. It was a little bit like celebrity watching. And JC and Tiffany have wonderful, generous, and super-welcoming friends. I will say it was slightly disconcerting to have people coming up to me and saying they've been hearing about me forever, but John basically had the same thing happen to him when I was in college and he came to visit, so I suppose it's fair play. Plus, I guess John, like, likes me or something. :)

--Yes, I cried. Shut up. It was cool. You'd have cried, too.

--Erin took home a small pumpkin we named Maurice (pronounced Morris). Maurice the miniature pumpkin, misunderstood in his time. Also, John, Lorna, Erin and I are going to open an ice cream shop called Gothie and Emo's, which will serve flavors like This Is Nothing But Death and This Will Not End Well. Though my favorite was our Doctor Who special, Weeping Angel Ice Cream, which tastes like time distortion and fear.

--Speaking of such things, apparently [ profile] jkason and David were quite a hit with their wedding gift note about prison.

--Dudes, they went up the aisle to cellos playing "Lovesong" by the Cure, and came back down to cellos playing Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart"!

--I think the image of the reception, for me, will be Mary and Elisa spinning in their dresses and crinolines.

--[ profile] sugarcoatedlie has some Mad Sewing Skillz, people. She made her dress. Out of awesome and pure win. Oh, and lace.

--Okay, whose idea was it to give the klutzy girl with shaky hands a bouquet, the rings, and the vows? We won't discuss me trying to untie the ribbon on the rings. Well, at least I didn't have to carry a candle this time.

--John was doing the "nervous-and-excited" knee shake during the whole thing.

--POWER TANGO. The circle is now complete.

--It was a really nice ceremony. I think the best thing you can say about a wedding was that it was very much the bride and groom's wedding, and this was very much Tiffany and John's wedding. It was quirky and warm and funny, very sweet, and full of love. Every single person in the room loved both of them, and you could tell. I can't even tell you how happy it makes me that there are so many people who love John because he's John--for all the same goofy, weird, and hilarious things I love about him--and that he found this wonderful, crafty, hilarious, woman to spend the rest of his life with. So, yes, I cried. Though I am not tearing up now. Not at all. Um ... hang on, I'll be right back.

--I had forgotten how nice it is to come home to my husband after I've been away. And this time we had texting! ("Good lord, are you at the very back of the plane or what?")

--My kiddo was happy to see me. And I him. :)
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That would be the theme of my life right now. At least, it keeps running through my head at regular intervals.

Today was a day of ... lord, I dunno. General moodiness and stress. Eah. So I packed it all in, came home, sent the kid off with his grandmother, took a bike ride, and then Scott and I watched Hot Tub Time Machine.*

It's a mental health night.

Hot Tub Time Machine was funnier than I expected, and I enjoyed it. It was really stupid. Or, well, it was a stupid 80s comedy made by people who grew up watching (and/or acting in) stupid 80s comedies. I dunno--I liked it. Particularly the Fishbone T-shirt.

We also have Iron Man 2 to watch, because I feel like gorging on movies tonight. Tomorrow is the premiere of Doctor Who, so you know I won't be watching movies.

And in keeping with my Positive Thoughts this evening, Tiffany--the lovely bride-to-be of my best friend [ profile] doggiesushi--sent out links to the dress options we PartyNinjas (aka their attendants) have to choose from. So many choices! I am leaning toward this one, though I also like this. The second one is already in the right fabric, so you have to imagine Dress 1 with dots.

I'm actually really excited to play dress-up and go all 40s/50s glam.

And I am still thrilled and excited that "Items" is up at Strange Horizons, if you haven't read it yet ...

All right. Tony Stark, here I come.

*Snakes On a Plane, Hot Tub Time Machine ... all I need now is to watch Hobo With a Shotgun to complete my "There's Your Plot, Right In the Title" set.
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Jason and David took us to see Sucker Punch as my birthday present (well, and they also got me the new Pokemon game) today ...

... Okay, this movie is in the same eye-candy, wacky plot that may or may not hold together but who cares it's cracktastic genre as Repo! The Genetic Opera, 300, and Sin City. In fact, take those movies, add a tiny dash of Girl, Interrupted as directed by Tim Burton, swirl in about half a cup of Moulin Rouge and some steampunk, then add a tablespoon of Lord of the Rings, and you have now created Sucker Punch.

It was fun. But kind of not. But then, very much so. I would not call it good, exactly; it was highly entertaining and really pretty to look at. I wish the dialogue had been better, but otherwise I have no issues. I even enjoyed the plot holes.

Also, at my mother's, I saw just enough of How to Train Your Dragon that I want to watch the whole thing now. I asked the Zweeble how it ended, and he gave me a pretty decent run-down, but I still want to see it.
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Day 15 - Your favorite LJs

Is this asking me which ones I like to read, or my favorite entries? I'll assume it's LJs I like to read, which is basically all the ones on my Friends List, otherwise why would I have added them? I haven't gotten near the point of people adding me out of nowhere on a regular basis, so I haven't had to debate and wonder about adding strangers. I think I've only ever had two total strangers add me ([ profile] frankiemouse and [ profile] dracoangelica); everyone else was a friend of a friend, or someone I'd added first and they added me back ([ profile] djmrswhite, [ profile] angevin2, and [ profile] moschus).

So, yeah, I don't know that I have favorites, really. I like reading my Friends List. I'm a bit of a voyeur, as we all are, and I find the things people post about to be really interesting on that basis alone.

I do wish that more of my real-life friends were posting more. For a while, at the beginning of this Great LiveJournal Experiment, when [ profile] doggiesushi and [ profile] sugarcoatedlie had gotten on LJ and then I got on, and then [ profile] dealio, [ profile] gnadige, and [ profile] jkason joined in, this was how I kept up with all of my friends. And we all got out of the habit of e-mailing each other about our lives, and now that it's pretty much me and Tiffany posting, I have no idea what's going on with the rest of them. (Which would be okay if they regularly posted on Facebook, but like that's happening, either. :) )

Then again, there is texting. Which we've all started doing. Well, JC, as always, gets sent a text and replies three days later--but that's John. There's nothing you can do with him except smile fondly and wait three days for his text back (usually at 1am).

Day 16 - Your views on mainstream music

What is mainstream music?

I like that the internet has made it possible to not only find non-mainstream music easily and buy it, but also to go along feeling like your out-there artist is mainstream. I mean, Amanda Palmer put out her new album. Well, I read her blog, her husband's blog, follow them both on Twitter, read stuff by other people who know them both and have been talking about the album ... and it really feels like the entire world is listening to "Map of Tasmania," too. Even though every time I mention the song to someone face-to-face, that person looks at me blankly.

I don't have issues with "mainstream" music.

Okay, no, that's a lie. I have issues with crappy mainstream music. Auto-tune is evil. Melisma on every song is the work of the devil. If I see one more woman in a bikini writhing and wet in a video, whether her own or someone else's, I will probably have an aneurysm.

However, I do like Pink, and I get a kick out of Katy Perry (she seems like she's having a lot of fun with her firecracker/whipped cream bras, and even Madonna didn't seem to be having fun with her cones). I sort of vaguely admire Lady Gaga, but her voice doesn't thrill me. I like her attitude, her embracing of the freaky, and I love the different covers and mash-ups of her songs I've heard. Plus--I remember when the media was trying to situate Britney Spears as the next Madonna, and it bothered me because Madonna has always seemed to be very driven. She had something she wanted to say, an agenda she was pushing--maybe it wasn't "cure cancer," and maybe it changed as she went along, but she had a plan. Britney ... not so much. But GaGa, now, she's got a plan. I watched "Telephone." I have no idea what the hell that was about, but I bet if you asked Lady GaGa, she'd be able to tell you.

future! )
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Oh, ho ho; I thought I wouldn't be on today, but I did not count on the relentless complaining of the Zweeble. "I want to go NOW!" he says. "We can't stay here forever ..." "Over and over and over and over. Even Spongebob could not save me. Thank every last possible diety in the universe for Nick Jr.'s preschool games site. He is playing, and I am posting a "regain my sanity" post.

So, let me see ...

Previously, on Laura's Journal.

Day 06 - Write 30 interesting facts about yourself (1-11)

This may take two or three parts, just because of busy-ness. But okay. Here we go.

1. I have no spleen.

2. I have 8 more or less noticeable scars from various stupid/klutzy things I've done, and one from my kid biting me.

3. I have the same birthday as William Shatner.

4. My favorite joke: How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb? A duck! (Scott now claims this as his favorite, but much like the Mini Cooper, I liked it first.)

5. I want to do a Dadaist picture of a naked baby doll being thrown down the stairs by a toddler and call it "Nude Descending a Staircase." (I thought of this last night.)

6. I was 18 before I saw real snow, and then I saw it in the Italian Alps.

7. I sing in the car every chance I get. I belt until my voice goes wobbly.

8. I realized recently that while I would settle for being a companion, I really want to be the Doctor.

9. I have an evil twin, [ profile] jkason. That doesn't mean I'm the good one; we are, as Scott said, evil in the same ways--twins that are evil. (Jason's the one with the beard, though.)

10. Speaking of Jason, we used to tell people in college that we were cousins. It started out having as legitimate a reason as these things can have, but quickly evolved into just seeing how out-there we could make the story before those people figured out we were making it up.

11. I have a crush on Perry the Platypus from Phineas and Ferb.

... Okay, my break is over and the Zweeble is bouncing around. More facts later!

Still to come! )

Oh my god.

Dec. 22nd, 2010 01:41 pm
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So we have these mostly-on-the-internet* friends, who are cool and think the Z. is teh awesome.

They're buying him the cow pillow** and sending it via Amazon Prime to get here tomorrow.

How the hell am I supposed to be all Scrooge-y now, Spirits?!?!?!

Ho ho ho!

*we've met them once in real life.

**which we've all been hunting for the past two days.
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Have a happy Thanksgiving, y'all.

I got to have fun tonight baking with my husband in the kitchen (he just does not have luck with dough--it always tries to engulf him like alien sludge), and before that I got to have a good conversation with my kiddo at bedtime. On Friday one of my best friends and his partner are coming down to hang out, and while my mother is sick, I have a plan to send her all the leftovers she likes.

So that is what I am thankful for this year: Scott, the Zweeble, my friends, and contingency plans (zombie or otherwise).

Oh, and pecan caramel bars that actually look like they might be edible.


Dec. 21st, 2009 12:53 pm
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Happy birthday to [ profile] doggiesushi, who is now older than I for one day shy of three months.

I don't really have anything terribly witty to say about JC getting older (the "JC/December" jokes are getting to be older than he is, too), so I'm just going to eat my bologna and inform the world that the Zweeble knows what "nocturnal" means (thank you, Disney Read-to-Me Books). Which seems an approprate bit of knowledge for him to glean on John's birthday, for a number of reasons. :)
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Happy Anniversary to [ profile] doggiesushi and [ profile] sugarcoatedlie!

And I give you the ZQOTD:

(in his best party-host voice) "Mrs. Kangaroo, you remember my nemesis, Baby Seahorse."
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Happy Birthday, [ profile] doggiesushi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, lame-o, when are you reading this? Are you even 36 anymore? It's your 47th birthday when you finally get to this date on your friends list, isn't it?

So, for 3 months and 1 day my best and second-longest-running friend is older than I am. So I can call him old and decrepit and make fun of his gray hair.

Wait, I make fun of the gray hair whenever ...

Considering we were both going gray before we hit 20, my saying "Can you believe we've been friends long enough to make fun of each others' gray hair?" isn't as awe-inspiring as it could be. But we started out in 5th grade, and now we compare parenting war stories. We know the names of each others' first crushes--and the stupid nicknames we gave them to keep them secret--and the names and LJ nicknames for each others' significant others.

God, we're old. And so is our relationship. But that's kinda cool.

Happy birthday, JC. I love you!
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(actually, just stuffing. I'd prefer cake.)

So, what am I thankful for this year?

1. My Zweeble, all 30 pounds and nearly 4 feet of him. Today I told him he'd have to ask his grandmother if he could have some pumpkin bread, and he ran over to her and said, "Grammie? Have? Punkin bread?"

2. My [ profile] dealio. Always. He's conditioned me to see poking me in the ribs as proof of love.

3. My dad, who, when his grandson is crying, will resort to sillier and sillier ways of making him smile. No dignity there at all.

4. My mom and grandma, without whom I think I might dissolve into a blob of ... something. Something gross, and probably covered in baby snot.

5. My friends. Who remind me I am more than just the Zweeble's mother.

I could however, do without the leftover cough from my cold. Just sayin'.

Oh, and I plan to start The Wordy Shipmates tomorrow. 'Cause, you know, Puritans!
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, [ profile] sugarcoatedlie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have nothing witty to say. Just have a good one, and I hope it doesn't rain.


May. 11th, 2008 03:01 pm
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I love seeing [ profile] doggiesushi. I hadn't seen him since ... hmm, before I got pregnant, so somewhere before summer 2006. Probably it was in 2005?

Anyway, I've known John since we were 10 and always sat together at lunch. Okay, here's a goofy memory: at lunch, every class was assigned a group of tables. Most of the cafeteria tables were orange picnic tables with attached benches. The Ultimate Awesome Tables were more like a fancy version of a folding table, with chairs, and the chairs were padded. 98% of these tables were assigned to the 6th grade.** Our particular 5th grade class was given one half of an Ultimate Awesome Table. Six chairs. And because John and I were two of the six nerds who brought their lunches, thus getting to skip the lunch line, we got to sit there. And then our teacher (I believe) made whatever seats we were in the first day our assigned seats at lunch for the year.


So, yes, we've known each other for going on 25 years (and you were impressed that [ profile] dealio and I have been together for almost 17, JC. HA!), and this was the first time John seemed a bit older. People always tell both of us how little we've changed since school--I get less of that now, with baby weight and short hair--and for John, when I see him, it's true, despite the wildly varying hair lengths and colors. But this time, he'd aged a little. Not much, but a little. So 21, not 19 anymore. He's apparently legal, finally, in my head. :) It was odd--maybe I was just tired, but there were a couple of moments when I felt like ... this is the John his friends in Michigan see, the same basic person I knew all through school, but grown and changed and slightly different. Not in a bad way; we're just getting older. I mean, I see these things with [ profile] jkason, too, to some extent, but I see him more often so it's more gradual. And [ profile] dealio ... I only notice the changes in him when I look at old pictures.

I'm sure it was bizarre for John, too, seeing me with my kid. Though the Zweeble was, as always, charming.

It was fun, though. I was laughing so hard I couldn't talk at one point, when we got to reminiscing about going to a swim meet and nearly drowning one of our friends by standing at the end of her lane and screaming "GO!!!!" in her face when she came up for air. She's still mad about that (I suppose I can't blame her), and she's one of those people who barely remember high school.

**our elementary school went to 6th grade, then kids moved to the high school, which was 7th-12th grade. Except the year we were in 5th grade, they built the town's first junior high, 6th-8th grade, so we and the class above us went there the next year. So none of us fifth graders were ever going to get the Ultimate Awesome Tables.


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