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I've been up to ninety with everything, so I'll offer up a brief synopsis (at least, it's my goal to be brief). I'll go into more detail as the mood strikes me and I've got the time.

Project Peaches
I recently made a trek out to Atlanta in search of a place to inhabit. I found a flat in Vinings, and I've got the keys to it in my handbag. The people at the complex were kind enough to give me two keys to my flat and my post box and two gate cards. I'll be leaving one set with Shaddow so that he can drop round whenever he sees fit. He can show up and let himself in; I'd be overjoyed, and I might be moved to make him an omelette. Or something.

If you fancy my Georgia details, email me. 

I've also begun the packing phase of Project Peaches. It's difficult. The site of boxes stacked up in my house troubles me. 

Anniversary
Whilst in Georgia, Shaddow and I celebrated our tenth. We went to a lovely place called Canoe in Vinings, where I'll be 'posted'. It was bittersweet, considering why we were there, but I am looking forward to a visit from him and a chance to go back. We were both very pleased with it - and it's very near the river. 

A-Kon
I got a plaque with my name on for services rendered. I often make jokes about polishing a plaque with my name on being my penitence in hell. I surely doubt the two are related. Erm...there was a revelation I'd had about this past weekend in regards to that, and now I can't recall it to save my life. /Shrug/ 

Oh - the convention chairbeing (her word) Gots a Brand New Toy. It's a small box that scatters wee green laser stars (that move) across a darkened surface (and rather a large one and all). She can also flip a switch that adds a blue nebula sort of thing to it. I lay on the floor in her room gazing ('cos one doesn't stare at this sort of thing, no, one gazes) at the busy green sparkles, and...I wish I had one. It's very meditative. I was envious.

But for the hotel bolloxing up the room keys (they'd work for a quarter of an hour, and then they'd stop working - it was a pain in the head), we suffered very minimal angst or pathos. 

Seisiun
I should play whilst I've got the chance, and that requires me Sitting Still, which I did very little of tuesday night. I've got one more THSP seisiun (at least for a little while) on the 14th, come out and see me before I set sail, sort of thing.

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I've been up to ninety with everything, so I'll offer up a brief synopsis (at least, it's my goal to be brief). I'll go into more detail as the mood strikes me and I've got the time.

Project Peaches
I recently made a trek out to Atlanta in search of a place to inhabit. I found a flat in Vinings, and I've got the keys to it in my handbag. The people at the complex were kind enough to give me two keys to my flat and my post box and two gate cards. I'll be leaving one set with Shaddow so that he can drop round whenever he sees fit. He can show up and let himself in; I'd be overjoyed, and I might be moved to make him an omelette. Or something.

If you fancy my Georgia details, email me. 

I've also begun the packing phase of Project Peaches. It's difficult. The site of boxes stacked up in my house troubles me. 

Anniversary
Whilst in Georgia, Shaddow and I celebrated our tenth. We went to a lovely place called Canoe in Vinings, where I'll be 'posted'. It was bittersweet, considering why we were there, but I am looking forward to a visit from him and a chance to go back. We were both very pleased with it - and it's very near the river. 

A-Kon
I got a plaque with my name on for services rendered. I often make jokes about polishing a plaque with my name on being my penitence in hell. I surely doubt the two are related. Erm...there was a revelation I'd had about this past weekend in regards to that, and now I can't recall it to save my life. /Shrug/ 

Oh - the convention chairbeing (her word) Gots a Brand New Toy. It's a small box that scatters wee green laser stars (that move) across a darkened surface (and rather a large one and all). She can also flip a switch that adds a blue nebula sort of thing to it. I lay on the floor in her room gazing ('cos one doesn't stare at this sort of thing, no, one gazes) at the busy green sparkles, and...I wish I had one. It's very meditative. I was envious.

But for the hotel bolloxing up the room keys (they'd work for a quarter of an hour, and then they'd stop working - it was a pain in the head), we suffered very minimal angst or pathos. 

Seisiun
I should play whilst I've got the chance, and that requires me Sitting Still, which I did very little of tuesday night. I've got one more THSP seisiun (at least for a little while) on the 14th, come out and see me before I set sail, sort of thing.

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Nine years ago today, [livejournal.com profile] shaddowshoes and I said 'I do'.

Happy anniversary, sweetie.

:)
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...in 1971, my parents got married.

:)
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Eight years ago today, [livejournal.com profile] shaddowshoes and I said 'I do' to one another. Ten minutes after that, we said 'photo op!' when the music for our grand exit stalled. He was dashing in his black suit with mandarin collar, and I was resplendent in crimson and silver.

Tonight, we'll dine at a cosy Italian place, visit our friends at seisiun, and then wander home. What happens after that is for us to know and for you to wonder about. ;)

Happy Anniversary, sweetie!
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...My parents got married.
:)
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...[livejournal.com profile] shaddowshoes and I were late to our own wedding - due in part to a box of tiny, live fish that had arrived in the post.

So, how did we mark the occasion? We acted as extras in [livejournal.com profile] typsygypsy's neighbour's film. It's called 'Recipe for Disaster', and I've yet to work out the plot. The first scene we were in was in a cinema (well, it was actually a theatre - but the scene was set in a cinema). We were given a grey circle suspended on a pole as a focal point, and we were told that we were having a look at the worst film we'd ever seen. So we were wrinkle our pert ickle noses, check our watches, wiggle, and mutter to the people sitting near to us.

Hilarity ensued.

Well, not exactly, but we did amuse ourselves by taking the piss out of the grey circle (it left the stage in tears) and offering our opinions of our cast mates to one another. I decided that if the curly-headed girl offered me one more disdained look, I was going to drag her round the back and swop her nose for her left ear.

In all likelihood, she offers everybody that hurt little sneer, and I should give her a taste of my compassion rather than my Unholy Wrath(tm).

At any rate...what else? Oh yes, so in the next scene, we were to burst out of the cinema gabbling furiously on our mobiles. So, the queued us up on the theatre steps (which were rather steep) and when the person serving as director (the actual director was in the scene) called for action, we trooped up the steps and sort of smashed thro' the door. Well, not to say that we broke the door down, but we did open it with some force. Well, the first time we shot the scene, my sister phoned at the precise moment I was to have been 'talking' on my mobile.

Hurrah for bizarre synchronicities, eh?

We shot that scene a few more times, and then we shot a few scenes in the lobby. [livejournal.com profile] typsygypsy and I were asked to walk behind the woman who was the principal in the scene. We were told that we 'walked beautifully'. So, have my agent phone your agent, and they'll do lunch. Sure, why not?

After thar, we excused ourselves - [livejournal.com profile] typsygypsy gave us a card and went her way homewards, and [livejournal.com profile] shaddowshoes and I set off for the restaurant that she had recommended...only to find it had shut early. Quoi? [livejournal.com profile] shaddowshoes had even phoned ahead to check they'd still be open after we'd done with the shoot (bang). Best laid plans, eh?

We found a Mexican place instead. We talked; drank margaritas (likeyado); tried to befriend a frisky, black, stray kitten; noshed; and I almost choked to death on too much honey. Alright, you can laugh - but it was an alarming experience and could have proven quite serious if I hadn't managed to get my trachaea unstuck. She drownt in honey. Na, I don't want that on my epitaph, thank you very much. It was at that point that I decided I'd done with the sopapillas. [livejournal.com profile] shaddowshoes ate a few more of them, and then we fed the rest of them to the cat. The cat, I suspect, was hoping for chicken.

So...here's to seven years, eh?

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