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magidYesterday the weather was just too iffy; I decided to host potluck at my house rather than on the Common (and watching Macbeth after). Of course, not long after noonish, when I decided, things started clearing up... I consoled myself with the thought that the ground would still be unpleasantly muddy to sit on.
Since it was now going to be at home, I felt I needed to have more foodstuffs around, so I stopped to get some things-to-put-on-bread (having already made three largish loaves of multi-grain bread on time-bake in the morning), and more drinks. Once I got home, I prepped, reconfiguring the apartment, unsure how many people would be coming... I was ready early [1], but couldn't use the time, too anticipatory, pacing the apartment. Happily, the first people arrived soon after the announced start time, so I wasn't pacing too long. And after that, more people arrived, intermittently. I'd thought there might be thirty or more people, but in the end it was in the high teens; we never used the living room for seating at all (I wonder if anyone went to the Common...). Instead, everyone milled around the table in the kitchen, or sat on the porch. I was also pleased that the emails about not bringing things that needed heating had been read; I put out paper and plastic everything, and there were no issues (though I definitely need to launder the tablecloth).
In some ways, I was glad things worked this way: I'd been feeling a bit odd about never hosting at my place, especially since there are so many people on the dinner list I'd not had over in any other context, either.
Unfortunately, the string of insufficiently slept nights caught up with me, so I was fading far earlier than I should've. I was glad things didn't run late.
[1] When I arrived home Tuesday, I found a bike in the little bit of hall between my and my neighbors' door. It's a pain in the butt, taking more than half the space. But there was a note on it, that it would be there "very temporarily." OK. I assumed that this was less than a day. Of course, it stayed there through Wednesday, and Thursday. I moved the bike to my bedroom, so people could come in without difficulty, and returned it afterward (I'd left a note on their door saying where it was). And the bike is still there now. I'm getting tired of having to squeeze around it. I wonder if I should just move it into my bedroom until they want it back? I wonder why the hell they don't move it into their apartment? Grrrr.
Since it was now going to be at home, I felt I needed to have more foodstuffs around, so I stopped to get some things-to-put-on-bread (having already made three largish loaves of multi-grain bread on time-bake in the morning), and more drinks. Once I got home, I prepped, reconfiguring the apartment, unsure how many people would be coming... I was ready early [1], but couldn't use the time, too anticipatory, pacing the apartment. Happily, the first people arrived soon after the announced start time, so I wasn't pacing too long. And after that, more people arrived, intermittently. I'd thought there might be thirty or more people, but in the end it was in the high teens; we never used the living room for seating at all (I wonder if anyone went to the Common...). Instead, everyone milled around the table in the kitchen, or sat on the porch. I was also pleased that the emails about not bringing things that needed heating had been read; I put out paper and plastic everything, and there were no issues (though I definitely need to launder the tablecloth).
In some ways, I was glad things worked this way: I'd been feeling a bit odd about never hosting at my place, especially since there are so many people on the dinner list I'd not had over in any other context, either.
Unfortunately, the string of insufficiently slept nights caught up with me, so I was fading far earlier than I should've. I was glad things didn't run late.
[1] When I arrived home Tuesday, I found a bike in the little bit of hall between my and my neighbors' door. It's a pain in the butt, taking more than half the space. But there was a note on it, that it would be there "very temporarily." OK. I assumed that this was less than a day. Of course, it stayed there through Wednesday, and Thursday. I moved the bike to my bedroom, so people could come in without difficulty, and returned it afterward (I'd left a note on their door saying where it was). And the bike is still there now. I'm getting tired of having to squeeze around it. I wonder if I should just move it into my bedroom until they want it back? I wonder why the hell they don't move it into their apartment? Grrrr.
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Date: 2003-07-25 04:54 am (UTC)poopheads!
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Date: 2003-07-25 06:47 am (UTC)Which doesn't explain why they can't put it in their apartment (the handlebars, the widest part, blocking access to my apt only, of course), or in the basement with their other two bikes...
I sent an email to the house list; if it's not moved by this afternoon, I'm moving it for them. If it's in my apartment, they'll have to figure out a convenient time to retrieve it.
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Date: 2003-07-25 09:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-25 09:37 am (UTC)It's annoying that they'd rather inconvenience others than themselves (if having the bike in the apartment for some days is a big inconvenience... I do it all the time...).
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Date: 2003-07-25 08:10 am (UTC)Now do you know anybody who can weld steel tubing? ;-)
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Date: 2003-07-25 08:15 am (UTC)Welding... hm... I have the idea that Jon-the-inventor's former roommate Chris (also on the dinner list, I believe) welds... (but not williams :-).
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Date: 2003-07-25 10:11 pm (UTC)