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jaeclecticShopping online, sending invitations to play e-scrabble, watching the Coin-Operated Boy video repeatedly, petting whichever cat has just jumped into my lap, spending a solid hour (or is it two hours now?) tweaking the prose in this post... all very good ways to put off vacuuming, clearing off my desk, cleaning the bathtub...
The drag of inertia does follow on from the fact that I was up late (again!), having finally managed to get myself to an event at the Cracktory, after stopping at Anne's art opening and having a very late dinner with James, Jamie, and Jamie's visiting friend Pat.
For the record: worth stopping at the party just to see the place & say hi to Simon, but I wasn't fully prepared for the revolutionary/military/dictatorship costume theme and felt severely underdressed and out of place.
Not to mention that the guy who kept nagging about how we shouldn't have come without bringing booze and we should go buy some *right now* was seriously unwelcoming. Not that I didn't get the point, e.g., when you're hosting something on this scale, it's different than having a few close friends stop by. And the Cracktory crew clearly can't afford to underwrite very much mooching. And I should be grateful that my more usual social circle has a level of economic privilege that makes it possible to not fuss. And in sum, if/when I go back there, I'll know better than to casually drop in empty-handed. Nevertheless, despite understanding all this intellectually, and finding it blindingly, embarrassingly obvious with 20-20 hindsight, I still would have appreciated a little more subtlety. Or, you know, if contributions are *required*, just charge a cover and be done with it... since I would happily have handed over some cash, but was seriously averse to getting back in my car and undoubtedly getting lost in the depths of Bayview or wherever the hell it is, when I was only planning to stay an hour anyway... and now I feel guilty that I drank a beer... I am an idiot to let this bother me. *mutter mutter*
Meanwhile, I have a theatre ticket for this afternoon -- something by my favorite playwright, Tom Stoppard, @ ACT, closing today, ticket hurriedly purchased mid-week when I realized I was about to miss it -- so if any of the overdue housework is going to get done today, I really should be starting. Cause I sure can't count on having a burst of energy in the evening...
Oh look, I've managed to fritter away the entire morning! Wheee!
The drag of inertia does follow on from the fact that I was up late (again!), having finally managed to get myself to an event at the Cracktory, after stopping at Anne's art opening and having a very late dinner with James, Jamie, and Jamie's visiting friend Pat.
For the record: worth stopping at the party just to see the place & say hi to Simon, but I wasn't fully prepared for the revolutionary/military/dictatorship costume theme and felt severely underdressed and out of place.
Not to mention that the guy who kept nagging about how we shouldn't have come without bringing booze and we should go buy some *right now* was seriously unwelcoming. Not that I didn't get the point, e.g., when you're hosting something on this scale, it's different than having a few close friends stop by. And the Cracktory crew clearly can't afford to underwrite very much mooching. And I should be grateful that my more usual social circle has a level of economic privilege that makes it possible to not fuss. And in sum, if/when I go back there, I'll know better than to casually drop in empty-handed. Nevertheless, despite understanding all this intellectually, and finding it blindingly, embarrassingly obvious with 20-20 hindsight, I still would have appreciated a little more subtlety. Or, you know, if contributions are *required*, just charge a cover and be done with it... since I would happily have handed over some cash, but was seriously averse to getting back in my car and undoubtedly getting lost in the depths of Bayview or wherever the hell it is, when I was only planning to stay an hour anyway... and now I feel guilty that I drank a beer... I am an idiot to let this bother me. *mutter mutter*
Meanwhile, I have a theatre ticket for this afternoon -- something by my favorite playwright, Tom Stoppard, @ ACT, closing today, ticket hurriedly purchased mid-week when I realized I was about to miss it -- so if any of the overdue housework is going to get done today, I really should be starting. Cause I sure can't count on having a burst of energy in the evening...
Oh look, I've managed to fritter away the entire morning! Wheee!
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Date: 2004-11-22 07:24 am (UTC)In (the likely) case that I don't talk to you before, have a good T-day.