a difficult weekend
Oct. 19th, 2010 12:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishMy calendar tells me that Friday was National Boss Day. Mine celebrated by getting sick and going home midway through the day. I don't remember where Friday evening went; we must have stayed home.
Satyrday I slept lateish, and made pancakes because I was wanting pancakes instead of an omelette. Eventually I got on the road to head out to D&D, a little later than I might have liked, and stopped at Safeway to pick up crack chips. Was running not nearly so late as I'd thought, so I figured I'd swing by Trader Joe's to pick up a couple things of Vintage Cola (which, incidentally, tastes like the Platonic ideal of Coke).
Mistake number one: TJs is further down 7 than I remembered (it's "right there where i come out" only if I come out all the way at the end of the subdivision). Mistake number two: TJs is a nightmare at the best of times, and Satyrday afternoon is far from the best of times. Mistake number three: some sort of construction on 7 which may have been related to the mess at the Beltway meant that traffic was backed up all the way to TJs on the way back.
Somewhere in the midst of intermittently yelling at traffic for Making Me Late, I realised I'd forgotten my dice bag, so I calleduilos, swung by home, and had her bring it out to me. (I brought her Vintage Cola and Vintage Root Beer, so I figure it was a fair trade.) At this point it was now when I was supposed to be at D&D. I figure, it's about a twenty-minute drive, and I'd already warned them I'd be a little late but was bringing crack chips, so it'd be All Good.
I turned left on to 123, smack into the worst backup I've seen since moving here.
Half a mile and ten minutes later I found out why: they'd taken the weekend to close 123 under the Beltway. All traffic was being shunted onto a single lane and thence to an equally-clogged 495 N. From there you could drive two miles to the next exit and turn around.
It was at about this point that I calleduilos and asked "Can I yell at you?" She very kindly said "um, sure," without even checking to see if I was going to be yelling at her or just in her direction, and I proceeded to rant at full volume for about five minutes, stopping occasionally for breath and her interjections of "oh, jeez, that is incredibly stupid." She also offered to txt rebelsheart so they'd have some idea of what was going on.
I made it to D&D "only" forty minutes late and in a Foul Humor.
Thankfully, after all that I got to hit a bunch of things with a hammer, so it was all okay. (In retrospect a Big Freaking Axe might have been a better choice than the Big Red Hammer. The difference between d10+2 ("d12 brutal 2") and 2d5+2 ("2d6 brutal 1") damage is mostly a matter of taste and whether one prefers a bell curve; the slight deficiency in average damage in the former is compensated for by its "high crit" quality, which means that if roll a 20 on my to-hit roll I get to add an extra die of damage. And most of the time I'm rolling two d20s to hit and picking the highest one, so my chance of a crit is effectively doubled.) (Here endeth the D&D neepery for the day.)
Satyrday evening![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daghain was in a play, and it would have been good to have seen that, but I was sufficiently beat that I just wanted to stay home. So I did.
Sunday started off with the sink flooding the kitchen during laundry again, which was about as much fun as it sounds. Eventually I got that cleaned up and finished and headed out for a ramble through Riverbend Park (on the Potomac, just north of Great Falls). Too warm, too many small children, and it turns out that what I was wanting was a ramble in company, but a decent walk anyway. Came home, had a fight withnixve, had dinner, tried to clear the sink with Drano, vacuumed, wrote email.
Was unfortunately still online at just after one in the morning, which led to an unexpected continuation of said fight, which led unrelatedly yet inexorably to getting sort of half-assedly dumped around two. There followed an hourish phone call during which, after some prompting, the dumping was performed with a whole ass, and then the ritual Changing of the Facebook Relationship Status, and thenuilos being a Heroine of the Revolution. I remember hearing the clock chime four, and later hearing it chime 6:15, so I guess I slept for two hours in there. Emailed work to say "not today, sorry" and probably got another 2-3 hours of sleep. uilos also called in sick, so I had someone to fall apart on at random times throughout the day.
The apartment maintenance guys came by to fix the sink pretty quickly, which was nice. Later, I confirmed withnixve that it was neither a bad dream nor one of those things one says when exhausted but regrets the next morning, and talked with ancientsong, which helped an awful lot as well. Then home, and crashing.
Today I've listened to Inches and Miles and Trees Still Bend (which made me sniffly the first time I heard it, a little more than a year ago, and now just feels right and true). And now I'm at work, where I have an annoying blurry ache in my eyes and no keyboard tray.
Tonight is sushi with someone cool, and Wednesday is probably pumpkin acquisition, and Thursday is likely to be hanging out withelf, and Friday is Belly Horror, and Satyrday is Ren Faire and then ABG if we feel up to it, and Sunday is rislyn's followed by Tribal Cafe. I'm keeping busy, and sociable, and both of these are probably good things.
Satyrday I slept lateish, and made pancakes because I was wanting pancakes instead of an omelette. Eventually I got on the road to head out to D&D, a little later than I might have liked, and stopped at Safeway to pick up crack chips. Was running not nearly so late as I'd thought, so I figured I'd swing by Trader Joe's to pick up a couple things of Vintage Cola (which, incidentally, tastes like the Platonic ideal of Coke).
Mistake number one: TJs is further down 7 than I remembered (it's "right there where i come out" only if I come out all the way at the end of the subdivision). Mistake number two: TJs is a nightmare at the best of times, and Satyrday afternoon is far from the best of times. Mistake number three: some sort of construction on 7 which may have been related to the mess at the Beltway meant that traffic was backed up all the way to TJs on the way back.
Somewhere in the midst of intermittently yelling at traffic for Making Me Late, I realised I'd forgotten my dice bag, so I called
uilos, swung by home, and had her bring it out to me. (I brought her Vintage Cola and Vintage Root Beer, so I figure it was a fair trade.) At this point it was now when I was supposed to be at D&D. I figure, it's about a twenty-minute drive, and I'd already warned them I'd be a little late but was bringing crack chips, so it'd be All Good.I turned left on to 123, smack into the worst backup I've seen since moving here.
Half a mile and ten minutes later I found out why: they'd taken the weekend to close 123 under the Beltway. All traffic was being shunted onto a single lane and thence to an equally-clogged 495 N. From there you could drive two miles to the next exit and turn around.
It was at about this point that I called
uilos and asked "Can I yell at you?" She very kindly said "um, sure," without even checking to see if I was going to be yelling at her or just in her direction, and I proceeded to rant at full volume for about five minutes, stopping occasionally for breath and her interjections of "oh, jeez, that is incredibly stupid." She also offered to txt rebelsheart so they'd have some idea of what was going on.I made it to D&D "only" forty minutes late and in a Foul Humor.
Thankfully, after all that I got to hit a bunch of things with a hammer, so it was all okay. (In retrospect a Big Freaking Axe might have been a better choice than the Big Red Hammer. The difference between d10+2 ("d12 brutal 2") and 2d5+2 ("2d6 brutal 1") damage is mostly a matter of taste and whether one prefers a bell curve; the slight deficiency in average damage in the former is compensated for by its "high crit" quality, which means that if roll a 20 on my to-hit roll I get to add an extra die of damage. And most of the time I'm rolling two d20s to hit and picking the highest one, so my chance of a crit is effectively doubled.) (Here endeth the D&D neepery for the day.)
Satyrday evening
daghain was in a play, and it would have been good to have seen that, but I was sufficiently beat that I just wanted to stay home. So I did.Sunday started off with the sink flooding the kitchen during laundry again, which was about as much fun as it sounds. Eventually I got that cleaned up and finished and headed out for a ramble through Riverbend Park (on the Potomac, just north of Great Falls). Too warm, too many small children, and it turns out that what I was wanting was a ramble in company, but a decent walk anyway. Came home, had a fight with
nixve, had dinner, tried to clear the sink with Drano, vacuumed, wrote email.Was unfortunately still online at just after one in the morning, which led to an unexpected continuation of said fight, which led unrelatedly yet inexorably to getting sort of half-assedly dumped around two. There followed an hourish phone call during which, after some prompting, the dumping was performed with a whole ass, and then the ritual Changing of the Facebook Relationship Status, and then
uilos being a Heroine of the Revolution. I remember hearing the clock chime four, and later hearing it chime 6:15, so I guess I slept for two hours in there. Emailed work to say "not today, sorry" and probably got another 2-3 hours of sleep. uilos also called in sick, so I had someone to fall apart on at random times throughout the day.The apartment maintenance guys came by to fix the sink pretty quickly, which was nice. Later, I confirmed with
nixve that it was neither a bad dream nor one of those things one says when exhausted but regrets the next morning, and talked with ancientsong, which helped an awful lot as well. Then home, and crashing.Today I've listened to Inches and Miles and Trees Still Bend (which made me sniffly the first time I heard it, a little more than a year ago, and now just feels right and true). And now I'm at work, where I have an annoying blurry ache in my eyes and no keyboard tray.
Tonight is sushi with someone cool, and Wednesday is probably pumpkin acquisition, and Thursday is likely to be hanging out with
elf, and Friday is Belly Horror, and Satyrday is Ren Faire and then ABG if we feel up to it, and Sunday is rislyn's followed by Tribal Cafe. I'm keeping busy, and sociable, and both of these are probably good things.