hot wax, whacking and wee little serifs
Apr. 15th, 2004 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideStarted the morning with a surprising email from my friend Willi who wants to come visit. Well about fucking time!! I was half asleep, but in about 20 minutes she'd bought tickets to come see me next weekend! I CANT FREAKING WAAAAAAAAAAIT!!!
Drove out to Leschi and surprised the adorable guys at Dere Auto with my pleas for a working right rear indicator light, and for them to follow up on my clutch cable. They were as accommodating as ever. I love them.
Judy picked me up and we spent the day dropping off Mariner's tickets to everyone who's coming to John's big birthday fest this Saturday. We were both completely hyper, enjoying good weather and our ages-old friendship. Also, the Parking Gods were on our side no matter WHERE we went! It was almost surreal.
We stopped by Queen Anne and met Lisa and Sammy. Sammy is the world's most freaking adorable doggie. Part German Shepard (in my opinion the most perfect type of dog) and part Labrador. Sooooo silky and sweet and friendly and hilariously well trained. We chatted for a bit and then set out for a quick lunch at 5 Spot. Finally caught up on Judy's fun in NYC and how she's decided that maybe children are a good thing. Well, as a pediatrician, she generally holds this belief, but we talked about her friends out there and their spawn and how adorable they are. Trust me when I say this is not a conversation we had in our roaring twenties. Clearly the biological clock has started ticking.
We also talked about the potential horrors of Judy and John moving away as part of his research work. It's too horrible a thought to consider, but we discussed the pros and cons and decided they simply can't leave. Mowr. Let's hope that's how it works out. It was a great afternoon of catching up and babbling nonstop in the comfortable way that 25+ years of friendship has brought us. And as all good best friends do, she checked out my ass and observed the falling off of my jeans with a glee that possibly surpassed my own. I kept tripping over my pants. It was hilarious. A future cheap-ass-clothing trip has been planned for some outlet malls.
Next, away to Greenlake and U-district to drop off the remaining tickets with a quick stop at Rite Aid where the pharmacy staff was alarmingly clueless. Whatever. Finally have the prescrip ordered and Judy'll pick it up for me on Saturday morning before the game. Then to the Post Office to mail some books to Patty's new baby and send off my less-than-joyful taxes. By this time my car was ready and we made it back to find that not only was my light fixed ($8!) and the clutch cable doesn't need to be replaced. I can make right turns without guilt again. Hurray!
The best thing about all this is--since high school, Judy and I have largely lived on opposite coasts. Which freaking sucks. Nothing worse than having the people you love live so far away (*waves to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brabble*). Over the years we've traveled great distances to be with each other and as wonderful as those memories are, those weekends were always packed with the obligation of doing something with that time. It's a genuine luxury to meet up for a quick lunch and errand fest and we exulted in the treat. We ended the day with some discussion about going to the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival.
Sped through sunny streets where I no longer get lost and made it to my class with time to spare with a spot in my preferred parking lot to boot. Happy to seejeff_nw already there and we chatted happily about our day before class started. Class was interesting. A lot of heavy detail on typeface settings and kerning, and while it's not the most riveting subject, Pam does keep us entertained. As do the rest of my snarky classmates. Only Paula could make serif fonts naughty. She remarked at one point if it wasn't derogatory to comment about a designer having 'a wee little serif' and Torsten shot out, "Hey, this isn't about your DIVORCE is it?!" Snerk.
Somehow the conversation seemed rife with innuendo tonight. I kept zoning out through NB's constant, insistent, self-congratulatory orations but perked up as Pam was saying something about hot wax, and whacking. Not sure I want to know what that was all about. It's hard not to be distracted and Jeff and I giggled like 4th graders over glossary items like PMS.
At break, we huddled around the vending machines and the topic of Abominable Candy came up. The vending machine has a new white chocolate Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. Well. That is surely a sign of the apocalypse as it is clearly against god's plan. We were horrified and discussed other Wrong Candy. I volunteered the Mint Skittles and Cara refused to believe that such a thing existed. Jeff's expressions about chocolate covered gummies bears ("The clear... and the.. chocolate... so... WRONG!") cracked me up and I shamefully admitted to having consumed some during one panicked final exam season.
Apparently our chatter was loud and extended past the allotted break time. A prim-faced NB burst out of the classroom door we hadn't seen closed, to loudly SHUSH us. Oooookay. We hastened back to class and finished up the lecture early.
Hobbes has determinedly knocked my hairbrush off the desk and is now rubbing his face so gleefully and possessively over it, I can't bear to take it away from him. Tomorrow's forecast: black hair with orange highlights.
Drove out to Leschi and surprised the adorable guys at Dere Auto with my pleas for a working right rear indicator light, and for them to follow up on my clutch cable. They were as accommodating as ever. I love them.
Judy picked me up and we spent the day dropping off Mariner's tickets to everyone who's coming to John's big birthday fest this Saturday. We were both completely hyper, enjoying good weather and our ages-old friendship. Also, the Parking Gods were on our side no matter WHERE we went! It was almost surreal.
We stopped by Queen Anne and met Lisa and Sammy. Sammy is the world's most freaking adorable doggie. Part German Shepard (in my opinion the most perfect type of dog) and part Labrador. Sooooo silky and sweet and friendly and hilariously well trained. We chatted for a bit and then set out for a quick lunch at 5 Spot. Finally caught up on Judy's fun in NYC and how she's decided that maybe children are a good thing. Well, as a pediatrician, she generally holds this belief, but we talked about her friends out there and their spawn and how adorable they are. Trust me when I say this is not a conversation we had in our roaring twenties. Clearly the biological clock has started ticking.
We also talked about the potential horrors of Judy and John moving away as part of his research work. It's too horrible a thought to consider, but we discussed the pros and cons and decided they simply can't leave. Mowr. Let's hope that's how it works out. It was a great afternoon of catching up and babbling nonstop in the comfortable way that 25+ years of friendship has brought us. And as all good best friends do, she checked out my ass and observed the falling off of my jeans with a glee that possibly surpassed my own. I kept tripping over my pants. It was hilarious. A future cheap-ass-clothing trip has been planned for some outlet malls.
Next, away to Greenlake and U-district to drop off the remaining tickets with a quick stop at Rite Aid where the pharmacy staff was alarmingly clueless. Whatever. Finally have the prescrip ordered and Judy'll pick it up for me on Saturday morning before the game. Then to the Post Office to mail some books to Patty's new baby and send off my less-than-joyful taxes. By this time my car was ready and we made it back to find that not only was my light fixed ($8!) and the clutch cable doesn't need to be replaced. I can make right turns without guilt again. Hurray!
The best thing about all this is--since high school, Judy and I have largely lived on opposite coasts. Which freaking sucks. Nothing worse than having the people you love live so far away (*waves to
brabble*). Over the years we've traveled great distances to be with each other and as wonderful as those memories are, those weekends were always packed with the obligation of doing something with that time. It's a genuine luxury to meet up for a quick lunch and errand fest and we exulted in the treat. We ended the day with some discussion about going to the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival. Sped through sunny streets where I no longer get lost and made it to my class with time to spare with a spot in my preferred parking lot to boot. Happy to see
jeff_nw already there and we chatted happily about our day before class started. Class was interesting. A lot of heavy detail on typeface settings and kerning, and while it's not the most riveting subject, Pam does keep us entertained. As do the rest of my snarky classmates. Only Paula could make serif fonts naughty. She remarked at one point if it wasn't derogatory to comment about a designer having 'a wee little serif' and Torsten shot out, "Hey, this isn't about your DIVORCE is it?!" Snerk.Somehow the conversation seemed rife with innuendo tonight. I kept zoning out through NB's constant, insistent, self-congratulatory orations but perked up as Pam was saying something about hot wax, and whacking. Not sure I want to know what that was all about. It's hard not to be distracted and Jeff and I giggled like 4th graders over glossary items like PMS.
At break, we huddled around the vending machines and the topic of Abominable Candy came up. The vending machine has a new white chocolate Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. Well. That is surely a sign of the apocalypse as it is clearly against god's plan. We were horrified and discussed other Wrong Candy. I volunteered the Mint Skittles and Cara refused to believe that such a thing existed. Jeff's expressions about chocolate covered gummies bears ("The clear... and the.. chocolate... so... WRONG!") cracked me up and I shamefully admitted to having consumed some during one panicked final exam season.
Apparently our chatter was loud and extended past the allotted break time. A prim-faced NB burst out of the classroom door we hadn't seen closed, to loudly SHUSH us. Oooookay. We hastened back to class and finished up the lecture early.
Hobbes has determinedly knocked my hairbrush off the desk and is now rubbing his face so gleefully and possessively over it, I can't bear to take it away from him. Tomorrow's forecast: black hair with orange highlights.
