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Generally, I'm a pretty smart shopper. I come from a family of recreational shoppers, however, and they have taught me well that REAL shopping not only doesn't need a list, but spits in the face of lists and budgets. Saturday, I spent the morning shopping for the impending birthday party. I bought gifts! I bought brats! I bought charcoal and lighter fluid! Then I was tempted by little things. Pepper mill? We've needed a refillable one for a while now. Purple silicone spatula, to replace the one so tragically lost a few months ago? Check. Flowers? Of course, it'll be festive! Trail mix, to sustain me while shopping? Of course. A remarkably wise idea.
Yes, I work for a nonprofit, and yes, I am generally quite conscious of what I spend and where I spend it. But it feels wonderful to occasionally breeze through the store, identifying things I need, waving my card and toting it home. It reminds me that compared to almost everyone, I'm rich. Even if I don't have an iPod yet, I have just about everything my little heart desires.
I cleaned and nested all day, with the excuse that people were coming over. It felt really good, because most of it was unnecessary and just things I needed an excuse to get done, such as cleaning last fall's leaves out of the back basement doorway. Elwood did an amazing amount of work in the kitchen. Agnes/![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
angita_w showed up (it was her birthday party, we were just hosting) and we waited by the door for people to arrive. And waited and waited and waited, for what felt like two hours but was really only about fifteen minutes.
And then, people showed up! Through the magic of Evite and thoughtful planning, we actually had about the number we expected. First there were some of El and Agnes' friends from grad school, then folks I'd met once, then lots of her friends that I had never met. They talked, they noshed, they traded business cards with each other. A roaring success! I don't believe I've ever held a party that's gone that well.
Some quick party points:
The kitchen island is the best thing that we've gotten in a long time.
Shirt: If it's your party, you're never underdressed.
Booze enters the house almost as fast as it is consumed, as everyone brings a little something for the table. Also, Major Grey chutney on cream cheese is great dip. Almost as addictive as the wine.
Parsimony: Shit, Bruce, sorry. Weepy Trope shows up whenever there's been a bunch of wine. I do hope you were not too offended. If it wasn't that, I likely would have wept over the unfairnes of cancelling Firefly or wept tears of joy for my dishwasher.
Dishwasher In the morning, I did almost weep tears of joy for my dishwasher, which is the best present a hungover girl cleaning up a party could give herself.
Today, there was a lovely baby shower forthistles and Mirholden, and I scored some purple acrylic yarn out of the alley behind mimazu's house. Whee! I met friends, got over my headache, and got to read love letters written by strangers (in the box directly next to the free yarn).
Tomorrow, vegetables and classes beginning at 8 am will recommence. Glad I got my money's worth out of this weekend.
Yes, I work for a nonprofit, and yes, I am generally quite conscious of what I spend and where I spend it. But it feels wonderful to occasionally breeze through the store, identifying things I need, waving my card and toting it home. It reminds me that compared to almost everyone, I'm rich. Even if I don't have an iPod yet, I have just about everything my little heart desires.
I cleaned and nested all day, with the excuse that people were coming over. It felt really good, because most of it was unnecessary and just things I needed an excuse to get done, such as cleaning last fall's leaves out of the back basement doorway. Elwood did an amazing amount of work in the kitchen. Agnes/
angita_w showed up (it was her birthday party, we were just hosting) and we waited by the door for people to arrive. And waited and waited and waited, for what felt like two hours but was really only about fifteen minutes.And then, people showed up! Through the magic of Evite and thoughtful planning, we actually had about the number we expected. First there were some of El and Agnes' friends from grad school, then folks I'd met once, then lots of her friends that I had never met. They talked, they noshed, they traded business cards with each other. A roaring success! I don't believe I've ever held a party that's gone that well.
Some quick party points:
The kitchen island is the best thing that we've gotten in a long time.
Shirt: If it's your party, you're never underdressed.
Booze enters the house almost as fast as it is consumed, as everyone brings a little something for the table. Also, Major Grey chutney on cream cheese is great dip. Almost as addictive as the wine.
Parsimony: Shit, Bruce, sorry. Weepy Trope shows up whenever there's been a bunch of wine. I do hope you were not too offended. If it wasn't that, I likely would have wept over the unfairnes of cancelling Firefly or wept tears of joy for my dishwasher.
Dishwasher In the morning, I did almost weep tears of joy for my dishwasher, which is the best present a hungover girl cleaning up a party could give herself.
Today, there was a lovely baby shower for
thistles and Mirholden, and I scored some purple acrylic yarn out of the alley behind mimazu's house. Whee! I met friends, got over my headache, and got to read love letters written by strangers (in the box directly next to the free yarn). Tomorrow, vegetables and classes beginning at 8 am will recommence. Glad I got my money's worth out of this weekend.
