Crazy Saturday
Jul. 27th, 2008 05:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
missroseroseMr. Jerry Brown seems back to his normal self. When we went to pick him up yesterday the vet said he hadn't seized again, he'd been eating his canned food enthusiastically (surprise, surprise), was very affectionate when the staff played with him, and his pupils were starting to respond normally. Having been back home for a day now, he seems okay, so I think right now we're just hoping it doesn't happen again. (If it does, though, it's not going to be fatal or anything - we'll just have to get him put on some anti-seizure medication. Which doesn't make the prospect any less scary, but it's nice to know.)
Needless to say, yesterday was kind of an upset and stressed-out kind of day. By the end of it I was feeling a bit better, but I probably would've just gone to bed if I hadn't told Monica I'd go hang out at the Viking with her that night. I felt a bit out of it but figured I could at least go and play some pool and try to relax a bit.
By the time I got there, though, I was actually feeling pretty good - maybe getting nicer clothes on and getting out of the house helped my mood some. I proceeded to have a very fun night, helped along in part due to the bartender's somewhat liberal interpretation of the proportion of gin in a Greyhound, and in even greater part due to my erstwhile friend Lydia suddenly appearing for the first time since I saw her at the Deathly Hallows release party a year ago. Catching up with her was great fun - not in the least because she danced with me in ways that were rather attention-grabbing.
Unfortunately, my stamina hasn't yet caught up to where it used to be, and the Viking was crowded full of sailors off the recently-arrived USS Juneau, so I lured her to our place with the promise of an artisan-quality drink or two, thanks to my recently-honed drink-mixing capabilities. I ended up making her a Lady Orange, a drink of my own devising that involves chocolate liqueur, Grand Marnier, and rather more alcohol than you would think could hide in such a smooth-tasting beverage. Lydia pronounced it "so much better than anything they have at the Viking", so I felt my efforts well-rewarded.
What? Why are you looking at me like that? Nothing untoward happened. Brian was asleep. :P
Lack of happy endings aside, we still had a great time catching up. She left town a couple years back with plans to join the Army; while she didn't make it through basic training (which, frankly, I'm a bit relieved about), she's learned a lot about the value of assertiveness from the experience, which she sorely needed. Maybe I should see if I can convince Monica to give the Army a shot - I love her dearly, and she's a very sweet person, but there are times when I wish she felt more comfortable saying "I'm worth better than this." But...it's her life.
So, on the whole, yesterday was kind of a mixed bag. The morning was horrible, daytime was upset and stress, but the evening was pretty great. Today's been pretty lazy, but I don't think that's a bad thing. We need time to recover from our high-energy day.
Needless to say, yesterday was kind of an upset and stressed-out kind of day. By the end of it I was feeling a bit better, but I probably would've just gone to bed if I hadn't told Monica I'd go hang out at the Viking with her that night. I felt a bit out of it but figured I could at least go and play some pool and try to relax a bit.
By the time I got there, though, I was actually feeling pretty good - maybe getting nicer clothes on and getting out of the house helped my mood some. I proceeded to have a very fun night, helped along in part due to the bartender's somewhat liberal interpretation of the proportion of gin in a Greyhound, and in even greater part due to my erstwhile friend Lydia suddenly appearing for the first time since I saw her at the Deathly Hallows release party a year ago. Catching up with her was great fun - not in the least because she danced with me in ways that were rather attention-grabbing.
Unfortunately, my stamina hasn't yet caught up to where it used to be, and the Viking was crowded full of sailors off the recently-arrived USS Juneau, so I lured her to our place with the promise of an artisan-quality drink or two, thanks to my recently-honed drink-mixing capabilities. I ended up making her a Lady Orange, a drink of my own devising that involves chocolate liqueur, Grand Marnier, and rather more alcohol than you would think could hide in such a smooth-tasting beverage. Lydia pronounced it "so much better than anything they have at the Viking", so I felt my efforts well-rewarded.
What? Why are you looking at me like that? Nothing untoward happened. Brian was asleep. :P
Lack of happy endings aside, we still had a great time catching up. She left town a couple years back with plans to join the Army; while she didn't make it through basic training (which, frankly, I'm a bit relieved about), she's learned a lot about the value of assertiveness from the experience, which she sorely needed. Maybe I should see if I can convince Monica to give the Army a shot - I love her dearly, and she's a very sweet person, but there are times when I wish she felt more comfortable saying "I'm worth better than this." But...it's her life.
So, on the whole, yesterday was kind of a mixed bag. The morning was horrible, daytime was upset and stress, but the evening was pretty great. Today's been pretty lazy, but I don't think that's a bad thing. We need time to recover from our high-energy day.
