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Woo & Bleargh!
Nov. 11th, 2006 07:56 amI blame ![[info]](https://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
ovrclokd. And various other people. Ok, and me.
I had forgotten just how difficult it is to get up at 5:30am when you have gone to bed after 2:40am. ...I am never going to be a teenager again. Not that I want to, but sometimes I miss the levels of energy. Like right now. And where would my coffee substitute for youth be? *looking around expectantly*
ovrclokd dragged me (not kicking and screaming at all) to a climbing gym, to be surrounded by many, many loud strangers. And a few new acquaintances. She belayed me on several climbs, one of which I was actually pretty impressed with myself for making it over (serious overhang). I read a book and chatted with the acquaintances (which was actually kinda nice -- her taste in people is very similar to mine, such a pleasure to experience). I did notice that people-belay gyms mean that I spend much less time actually climbing than the auto-belay gym. So it wasn't really a workout (gotta have more than a few moments of sweaty terror), but it was still nice.
This was followed immediately by lovely asian food, organized smoothly bytiger_stripes. It just kept coming! And it was yummy. One stranger was added, who had the sheer audacity to straight-faced pull my chain. I was actually mildly shocked. Strangers so rarely do that. They wait until they see all the pretty chains there are to pull...
And then we went to J and C's house. Not sure who else lived here, but J & C proceeded to tag team me (it looked really smooth, but I caught the edges of "your turn") with beads and books. It is kind of scary that those two topics are so popular with me that it took until well after 2am for me to drag myself andovrclokd away.
And that leads us to now...The Next Morning. When I realize that the hotel wake-up call that I was going to pick up before getting in the shower? Not going to happen. I might as well just go become clean. Perhaps some other hotel schmoe stared at the phone for a good 10 seconds before going back to sleep?
To the plane!!!
ovrclokd. And various other people. Ok, and me.I had forgotten just how difficult it is to get up at 5:30am when you have gone to bed after 2:40am. ...I am never going to be a teenager again. Not that I want to, but sometimes I miss the levels of energy. Like right now. And where would my coffee substitute for youth be? *looking around expectantly*
ovrclokd dragged me (not kicking and screaming at all) to a climbing gym, to be surrounded by many, many loud strangers. And a few new acquaintances. She belayed me on several climbs, one of which I was actually pretty impressed with myself for making it over (serious overhang). I read a book and chatted with the acquaintances (which was actually kinda nice -- her taste in people is very similar to mine, such a pleasure to experience). I did notice that people-belay gyms mean that I spend much less time actually climbing than the auto-belay gym. So it wasn't really a workout (gotta have more than a few moments of sweaty terror), but it was still nice.This was followed immediately by lovely asian food, organized smoothly by
tiger_stripes. It just kept coming! And it was yummy. One stranger was added, who had the sheer audacity to straight-faced pull my chain. I was actually mildly shocked. Strangers so rarely do that. They wait until they see all the pretty chains there are to pull...And then we went to J and C's house. Not sure who else lived here, but J & C proceeded to tag team me (it looked really smooth, but I caught the edges of "your turn") with beads and books. It is kind of scary that those two topics are so popular with me that it took until well after 2am for me to drag myself and
ovrclokd away. And that leads us to now...The Next Morning. When I realize that the hotel wake-up call that I was going to pick up before getting in the shower? Not going to happen. I might as well just go become clean. Perhaps some other hotel schmoe stared at the phone for a good 10 seconds before going back to sleep?
To the plane!!!
