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Apr. 14th, 2004 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogI have next to no time this week. Lots of cleaning and running around to do. In fact, I wrote the rest of this at work today during lunch because I knew I wouldn't have time to at home, but I still hadn't gotten around to the rest of the weekend. But I'm taking a break to transcribe it from my spiral notebook, so here it is.
Saturday, after getting off to something of a rocky start since I let Andrea sleep a lot longer than she would have preferred, was a good time. Though I still didn't get to see much of my brothers (those two need to get up before noon once in a while...), I did get to hang out with Lara, who essentially lives at the house, for a while. (She slept there and was there all morning until I left, apart from going to her house for a shower.)
I really like Lara and I'm so glad she and Jim are happy. She's sweet, smart, geeky, and very cute; much like a certain raccoon girl I know.
We embarked on our postponed trip to Vogue Fabrics in Chicago, stopping long enough to peruse the St. Vincent De Paul store where we picked up several books, a sewing machine, a mixer (the kitchen sort rather than the audio sort), and a paper shredder, among other finds.
Vogue was smaller than I expected, but we may have gone to the wrong branch of it. By the time we got there, we were being cautious to keep to our timetable to meet up with the evil Bob and my family for dinner too, so we made the shopping short, though we still have a few new pieces of cloth for my beloved to work her magic on.
One slightly frustrating Mapquest guided trip later, we were at the O'hare Radisson, location of 2becontinued and our waiting dinner companions. Bob took us out to a steak house called The Black Ram. Though I found the menu rather intimidating, I managed to settle on fillet medallions which were really quite good even though I had to send it back for more cooking. (Well done meansno pink please.)
We ate, we talked, we just spent time together; it was good. Later, back at the con, Bob and my parents and I all sat and talked for a couple of hours while my raccoon hung out up in the party floors with several friends who happened to be in attendance. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emrldgrrl, Vlad, Gudi, and wyldkyttin among others.) Both my parents and Bob were having a wonderful time and it seems they bumped into a good number of old gaming friends. Good. They need to get out and do that more. Here that? *grins* Bob and I talked for a long while about his career and mine, the classes I'll be taking, what I can expect out of them. We talked about Alex, his son, who has Asperger's Syndrome as I do, though a more acute manifestation of it. (This was not helped by losing his mother, and my friend/surrogate aunt, Cari. *sigh*) I wish there was something I could do to help him. As time passed, my parents went off to bed and Andrea and I went home. Our Wisconsin home.
Sunday was spent in the company of my extended family for Easter. Finally I get time with my brothers, right? Well, with Tim at least. Jim and Lara slept as Andrea and I got Tim into the blue beast and drove to my aunt and uncle's new place. What can I say about that house? It's huge, has a swimming pool, and hot tub, and my uncle's personal arcade in the basement. I got a few games of pinball, space wars, and bowling in. (He has two beautiful vintage bowling machines.) I think Andrea really managed to relax enough to enjoy herself and we had a wonderful time being together with our family. Finally, just as we were leaving, my brother and Lara finally showed up so we even got to see them again!
The good mood was somewhat spoiled by me getting anxious and depressed as the time to leave drew ever nearer. I hate leaving. Andrea and I finally made it out to the car for our departure and, probably because I was stressed and not paying attention, I backed into my aunt's mother's car. She didn't seem to upset about the resultant scrape, but I was. Too much stress at once for me. I was just overwhelmed and spent a few minutes crying in my dad's arms with Andrea's comforting presence nearby. I was a bit better in a few minutes, but I still asked Andrea to drive for me for a while.
Beyond that there's nothing much to say about the weekend. The construction induced traffic jam in Indiana (there really is more that corn there' there's traffic jams!) resulted in us getting home about two o' clock, as well as getting once again pulled over, this time only miles from the apartment, by a cop who suspected a drunk driver; we were that tired. Once again, we escaped with a warning and no ticket. On the plus side, the long drive home gave us time for a long and interesting talk that I may write about further in another entry.
I know, I ramble incessantly. The dog and his travelogues. Sorry.
Saturday, after getting off to something of a rocky start since I let Andrea sleep a lot longer than she would have preferred, was a good time. Though I still didn't get to see much of my brothers (those two need to get up before noon once in a while...), I did get to hang out with Lara, who essentially lives at the house, for a while. (She slept there and was there all morning until I left, apart from going to her house for a shower.)
I really like Lara and I'm so glad she and Jim are happy. She's sweet, smart, geeky, and very cute; much like a certain raccoon girl I know.
We embarked on our postponed trip to Vogue Fabrics in Chicago, stopping long enough to peruse the St. Vincent De Paul store where we picked up several books, a sewing machine, a mixer (the kitchen sort rather than the audio sort), and a paper shredder, among other finds.
Vogue was smaller than I expected, but we may have gone to the wrong branch of it. By the time we got there, we were being cautious to keep to our timetable to meet up with the evil Bob and my family for dinner too, so we made the shopping short, though we still have a few new pieces of cloth for my beloved to work her magic on.
One slightly frustrating Mapquest guided trip later, we were at the O'hare Radisson, location of 2becontinued and our waiting dinner companions. Bob took us out to a steak house called The Black Ram. Though I found the menu rather intimidating, I managed to settle on fillet medallions which were really quite good even though I had to send it back for more cooking. (Well done means
We ate, we talked, we just spent time together; it was good. Later, back at the con, Bob and my parents and I all sat and talked for a couple of hours while my raccoon hung out up in the party floors with several friends who happened to be in attendance. (
emrldgrrl, Vlad, Gudi, and wyldkyttin among others.) Both my parents and Bob were having a wonderful time and it seems they bumped into a good number of old gaming friends. Good. They need to get out and do that more. Here that? *grins* Bob and I talked for a long while about his career and mine, the classes I'll be taking, what I can expect out of them. We talked about Alex, his son, who has Asperger's Syndrome as I do, though a more acute manifestation of it. (This was not helped by losing his mother, and my friend/surrogate aunt, Cari. *sigh*) I wish there was something I could do to help him. As time passed, my parents went off to bed and Andrea and I went home. Our Wisconsin home.Sunday was spent in the company of my extended family for Easter. Finally I get time with my brothers, right? Well, with Tim at least. Jim and Lara slept as Andrea and I got Tim into the blue beast and drove to my aunt and uncle's new place. What can I say about that house? It's huge, has a swimming pool, and hot tub, and my uncle's personal arcade in the basement. I got a few games of pinball, space wars, and bowling in. (He has two beautiful vintage bowling machines.) I think Andrea really managed to relax enough to enjoy herself and we had a wonderful time being together with our family. Finally, just as we were leaving, my brother and Lara finally showed up so we even got to see them again!
The good mood was somewhat spoiled by me getting anxious and depressed as the time to leave drew ever nearer. I hate leaving. Andrea and I finally made it out to the car for our departure and, probably because I was stressed and not paying attention, I backed into my aunt's mother's car. She didn't seem to upset about the resultant scrape, but I was. Too much stress at once for me. I was just overwhelmed and spent a few minutes crying in my dad's arms with Andrea's comforting presence nearby. I was a bit better in a few minutes, but I still asked Andrea to drive for me for a while.
Beyond that there's nothing much to say about the weekend. The construction induced traffic jam in Indiana (there really is more that corn there' there's traffic jams!) resulted in us getting home about two o' clock, as well as getting once again pulled over, this time only miles from the apartment, by a cop who suspected a drunk driver; we were that tired. Once again, we escaped with a warning and no ticket. On the plus side, the long drive home gave us time for a long and interesting talk that I may write about further in another entry.
I know, I ramble incessantly. The dog and his travelogues. Sorry.
