I’m interested in forming a League. You know, a community. A community of all my friends, with a very official sounding name that includes the word “League”. Like “League of Justice”, or “League of Awesomeness”, or “League of Me and The Cheat”, but all of those are already taken.
Will you help me think of a good name for a League? Because as soon as we have a League we can have an ice cream social.
Tonight Jerry had her apartment-warming party/dinner. Mostly it was a dinner. The food was delicious, and Spanish. The four people present were all ITS employees, so we talked mostly about ITS stuff. I had fun.
See some photos from the party.
Last Friday night I went to a birthday party for my friend Rebecca. It was a Sound of Music sing-along. Just as the Reverend Mother was about to bust out with “climb ev’ry mountain,” someone made the comment that she is really wise, like Yoda.
So I start singing “climb ev’ry mountain” in my best Yoda voice. That was funny.
This evening I found myself in conversation with the same Rebecca. We both discovered that the other was an avid viewer of the television show Square One. I was laughing my head off as she would describe an episode to me, and I would know exactly what she was talking about.
Then I found out she has Bloomsbury copies of all the Harry Potter books. That just seals the deal. One day I’m going to own the Harry Potter book set, and I’m going to own the ones that were published in England.
I feel so much cooler about my nerdiness now.
[Edit: Posted exactly at midnight. How cool is that?]
It almost lasted a year.
On 18 May 2004, I went to County Line Barbecue with Chloë and some friends. To begin the evening, she gave me this charm.
It was a little inside joke, really. Earlier, we were at some department store, looking at those cute purses with letters on them. I assume, for example, that if your name is “Chloë”, you would get a purse with the letter “C” on it. I realized that I hadn’t seen any purses sporting the letter “W”, and I mentioned this to Chloë. We spent the next ten minutes scouring the shelves, but our search was fruitless.
I have empathy for the Wilmas, Wandas, Wendys, Whitneys, Winifreds, Wrens and Wynonas that can’t buy a purse with their initial on it.
So, Chloë found this charm at Claire’s and gave it to me. The other girl that was going to dinner with us said, “It’s from Claire’s, so it will be broken in two weeks.”
Three hundred fifty-four days later, the gem broke off in my pocket.