Seat-lickers and men in eyeliner
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snapes_mistressThank god it cooled off some today. I haven't been sweaty ALL DAY! That is a big deal for me. A big happy deal. Yesterday I was in London, and it wasn't all that hot, but it was rainy, so it was HUMID like a mofo. It was almost like being in Charleston. Sucky. I'm so glad the Tate Britain has AC. I stayed in there forever just to cool off.
They weren't my favorites in the place, but it was weird seeing them in real life, because I think every girl at C of C had a poster of one or the other up in their dorms. Heh.
I was meeting Mr. T there. (Ha ha, I should really use his real name, but I quite like the idea of being associated with "Mr. T.") ;) We planned to meet at 4, and I asked, "Should I just meet you outside?" and he goes, "Nah, I'll just come find you, that'll be more fun." I thought that was cute. So we played hide and seek for a while til he found me. :P We were sitting on this bench and I was sitting indian-style (ha ha, indian-style, how un-PC is that term?) and this lady comes up and says, "I'm sorry my love," (they call everyone 'my love' here,) "but can I ask you to take your feet off the seat? It's because people often have young children in here, and they like to lick the seat." No problem, I didn't mind, but what? Who lets their kids lick random benches? What kid does that anyway? I know little babies bite on everything, but is there really such a rash of child-sized seat-lickers in the Tate? Dunno, just thought it was odd. ;)
So then we went to see Pirates, which was pretty good for what it was, and Johnny of course was pure sex in eyeliner. ;) I tried explaining the appeal of men in eyeliner to my somewhat bewildered date, but I don't think he gets it. Heh. Later we had some nachos and corona which was cool. I hadn't had nachos since leaving Charleston. Heh heh hehmmmhehmmmheh heh... nachos! Nachos! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! heh heh hehheh... Nachos are cool... hehmmh heh heh...
Then I came home and had fucked up dreams about bad things happening to my Granny, and then about me having some weird sore spot on my stomach... why do I keep dreaming about me or others being ill? Seriously, it's been going on for a while now. Analysis, anyone?
I have one and a half more days of peace until the kids are out of school for the summer. :P Then it'll be Mark coming in and out and in and out all day, Sophie constantly messing up the kitchen, and hordes of kids who don't live here coming over to play with Mark, but really just wanting to get in the pool. And no more time to sunbathe undisturbed in my underwear. Ha ha.
They weren't my favorites in the place, but it was weird seeing them in real life, because I think every girl at C of C had a poster of one or the other up in their dorms. Heh.
I was meeting Mr. T there. (Ha ha, I should really use his real name, but I quite like the idea of being associated with "Mr. T.") ;) We planned to meet at 4, and I asked, "Should I just meet you outside?" and he goes, "Nah, I'll just come find you, that'll be more fun." I thought that was cute. So we played hide and seek for a while til he found me. :P We were sitting on this bench and I was sitting indian-style (ha ha, indian-style, how un-PC is that term?) and this lady comes up and says, "I'm sorry my love," (they call everyone 'my love' here,) "but can I ask you to take your feet off the seat? It's because people often have young children in here, and they like to lick the seat." No problem, I didn't mind, but what? Who lets their kids lick random benches? What kid does that anyway? I know little babies bite on everything, but is there really such a rash of child-sized seat-lickers in the Tate? Dunno, just thought it was odd. ;)
So then we went to see Pirates, which was pretty good for what it was, and Johnny of course was pure sex in eyeliner. ;) I tried explaining the appeal of men in eyeliner to my somewhat bewildered date, but I don't think he gets it. Heh. Later we had some nachos and corona which was cool. I hadn't had nachos since leaving Charleston. Heh heh hehmmmhehmmmheh heh... nachos! Nachos! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! heh heh hehheh... Nachos are cool... hehmmh heh heh...
Then I came home and had fucked up dreams about bad things happening to my Granny, and then about me having some weird sore spot on my stomach... why do I keep dreaming about me or others being ill? Seriously, it's been going on for a while now. Analysis, anyone?
I have one and a half more days of peace until the kids are out of school for the summer. :P Then it'll be Mark coming in and out and in and out all day, Sophie constantly messing up the kitchen, and hordes of kids who don't live here coming over to play with Mark, but really just wanting to get in the pool. And no more time to sunbathe undisturbed in my underwear. Ha ha.
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Date: 2006-07-23 10:04 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you made it to the Tate. It's really awesome. I need to go back. Haven't had an art fix in a long time.
About the dreams, I did that for a while. Maybe it's just because you're worried about something happening because you're so far away. You can't just pick up and go home and you worry that something will happen that you'd have to and couldn't. *shrug*
Good luck with the kids! I don't envy you right now. ^_^
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Date: 2006-07-23 10:18 pm (UTC)And yes, men in eyeliner being hot IS a universal truth! I'll have to remember that one. :D
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Date: 2006-07-23 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-24 12:02 pm (UTC)seriously I think what wish girl said is correct... you're away and your scared something's going tohappen while you're there
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Date: 2006-07-24 01:37 pm (UTC)