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Something resembling cool
Jul. 19th, 2004 09:22 pmWow, what a weekend!
As you all know, I went to my friend Jessica's doggie birthday party. She was very proud of this little party, and I am happy for her (and no, she doesn't read this journal).
On Saturday I had a very long, very lovely day that really made me feel like it was summer. And made me feel remotely like something resembling cool again (in the metaphorical sense). I went to the Siren Festival with my friend Kathy. Though she and I were woefully late getting out, I did manage to catch the two bands I really wanted to see... TV on the Radio and Electric Six. It's been a long time since I've known anything about interesting new bands. Since I have practically no radio reception, I am forced to rely on my friends to tell me what's going on. Merlin knows you'll never hear it on Mtv...
Later that night I went to a party and bar hopping with friends. We actually managed to stick around for last call. And my new friend Dogan, who was nice enough to drive us around all night, needed to sober up. He and I wound up chatting until 6am. To my utter surprise, I saw the sun come up, and am still suffering for it today.
Unfortunately, my sleep was horribly interrupted last night by the caterwauling of Fabergé and Sammy fighting. Oh, it was TERRIBLE. Soooooooo terrible. Those two just won't stop. Fab's ears are all scratched up. But I can at least say on more than one occasion I've wound up picking ginger fur out of Fab's nails. But Sammy always seems to be the one to start it. And he intimidates Nymphadora too when he feels like it (which is often). She gets scared every time she sees him. If anyone has any suggestions on how to hasten them getting used to one another (if not necessarily being friends) I would love to know. In the meantime, kitties are not allowed to hang out in the same room unattended for the foreseeable future. My roommate and I have worked out an arrangement to lower the stress level in the house, ensure the physical safety of our furry beasts, and ensure ourselves some sleep.
On a final note, I restarted my South Beach diet experiment. Cooked up a lovely tuna steak with as sauce of diced tomatoes, garlic, olives, thyme, vinegar and parsley. It was deeeelish. And, of course, 'Dora and Fab got to munch on the leftover tuna. They deserved the treat after the kitty drama of the past 2 weeks.
As you all know, I went to my friend Jessica's doggie birthday party. She was very proud of this little party, and I am happy for her (and no, she doesn't read this journal).
On Saturday I had a very long, very lovely day that really made me feel like it was summer. And made me feel remotely like something resembling cool again (in the metaphorical sense). I went to the Siren Festival with my friend Kathy. Though she and I were woefully late getting out, I did manage to catch the two bands I really wanted to see... TV on the Radio and Electric Six. It's been a long time since I've known anything about interesting new bands. Since I have practically no radio reception, I am forced to rely on my friends to tell me what's going on. Merlin knows you'll never hear it on Mtv...
Later that night I went to a party and bar hopping with friends. We actually managed to stick around for last call. And my new friend Dogan, who was nice enough to drive us around all night, needed to sober up. He and I wound up chatting until 6am. To my utter surprise, I saw the sun come up, and am still suffering for it today.
Unfortunately, my sleep was horribly interrupted last night by the caterwauling of Fabergé and Sammy fighting. Oh, it was TERRIBLE. Soooooooo terrible. Those two just won't stop. Fab's ears are all scratched up. But I can at least say on more than one occasion I've wound up picking ginger fur out of Fab's nails. But Sammy always seems to be the one to start it. And he intimidates Nymphadora too when he feels like it (which is often). She gets scared every time she sees him. If anyone has any suggestions on how to hasten them getting used to one another (if not necessarily being friends) I would love to know. In the meantime, kitties are not allowed to hang out in the same room unattended for the foreseeable future. My roommate and I have worked out an arrangement to lower the stress level in the house, ensure the physical safety of our furry beasts, and ensure ourselves some sleep.
On a final note, I restarted my South Beach diet experiment. Cooked up a lovely tuna steak with as sauce of diced tomatoes, garlic, olives, thyme, vinegar and parsley. It was deeeelish. And, of course, 'Dora and Fab got to munch on the leftover tuna. They deserved the treat after the kitty drama of the past 2 weeks.
