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Aug. 28th, 2004 03:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanaiseSo, I was sitting in the kitchen last night, feeling vaguely sorry for myself and reading A Scholar of Magic, which was fabulous, and I don't say that just because onecrowdedhour might be reading this, and the boy came in, collecting two of his knives, and clearly preparing to go off and do something presumably much more fun than just sitting in the kitchen feeling sorry for himself, and i asked for a hug, which I do most nights, but not usually other times, but I wasn't crying and thought perhaps I should be rewarded for that, and plus I really like physical contact, though I'm not sure why, seeing as my family was never all that much for touching. But so he gave me a hug, and then set me back a foot or so and stared at me for a minute, and then invited me to where he was going--a housecooling party for a friend of his that I'd met at the birthday party we'd had here. the party wasn't starting until about an hour and a half later, and he wanted me to be on the look out for the other two housies he'd invited as well, and then he traipsed off.
So I hung out in the kitchen in a much better mood for an hour and a half, and then dashed up stairs to find my party bag (a little tiny one that Andrea gave me that's too small for work stuff, but more than big enough for parties or walking around town) and move my stuff over and put on deodorant and all the other useful preparty things. She lived about 10 minutes away from here, so short walk, and i was there. and it's this adorable studio--I've always had an aversion to futons because they're usually hard and lumpy, but I forget that they're also multipurpose. Couch...bed...couch...bed. so while it was tiny tiny tiny, I liked the look of it a lot. The other two housies hadn't shown up, so it was all full of strangers, but very nice strangers, and as i often do, I'd forgotten that I can make friends with people fairly easily without being a total freak and all that, so I settled in very quickly and had a really good time. And got to tease the boy--when people asked what he did, I said he was my personal chef, and I told someone else that I liked to say that I lived with him, and little things like that. they make him laugh, or I wouldn't do them. The food was fabulous, and everyone said it repeatedly, and got into a loud, long, discussion of exactly which was best, and what made it best. And there was dancing, and when I sat down to get out of the way, he followed me and made me get up. (some people, he said while he was trying to make me loosen up and dance, make the mistake of trying to follow him.) and it was fun.
around twelve, when the metro runs its last train, the rest of the party trickled away, and it was just me, him, and the woman whose party it was. They made me dance with them a little bit more, and then it was officially clean up time. And she shooed us out of the kitchen and wouldn't let us help clean up (it's interesting, how much I hate people trying to help when it's my party, but how much I resent not being allowed to help when it's someone else's party. one of life's mysteries, really.) So she put the boy on the couch, and threatened him if he got up or moved, and I pulled the rolling chair over to where I could put my feet up on the couch and talk to her while she was working in the kitchen. he was lying with his arm stretched out for a while, so i was playing with his hand for a few minutes, and then he was swinging it while he pretended to dance, for a little bit. He fell asleep, and I talked with the girl for a while about what I do--it's actually amazing how many people like, or at least pretend to like SF, we had tea (after waking him up), and walked back to the house. A really, really nice evening. Almost completely forgot that I have no home after tuesday night.
So I hung out in the kitchen in a much better mood for an hour and a half, and then dashed up stairs to find my party bag (a little tiny one that Andrea gave me that's too small for work stuff, but more than big enough for parties or walking around town) and move my stuff over and put on deodorant and all the other useful preparty things. She lived about 10 minutes away from here, so short walk, and i was there. and it's this adorable studio--I've always had an aversion to futons because they're usually hard and lumpy, but I forget that they're also multipurpose. Couch...bed...couch...bed. so while it was tiny tiny tiny, I liked the look of it a lot. The other two housies hadn't shown up, so it was all full of strangers, but very nice strangers, and as i often do, I'd forgotten that I can make friends with people fairly easily without being a total freak and all that, so I settled in very quickly and had a really good time. And got to tease the boy--when people asked what he did, I said he was my personal chef, and I told someone else that I liked to say that I lived with him, and little things like that. they make him laugh, or I wouldn't do them. The food was fabulous, and everyone said it repeatedly, and got into a loud, long, discussion of exactly which was best, and what made it best. And there was dancing, and when I sat down to get out of the way, he followed me and made me get up. (some people, he said while he was trying to make me loosen up and dance, make the mistake of trying to follow him.) and it was fun.
around twelve, when the metro runs its last train, the rest of the party trickled away, and it was just me, him, and the woman whose party it was. They made me dance with them a little bit more, and then it was officially clean up time. And she shooed us out of the kitchen and wouldn't let us help clean up (it's interesting, how much I hate people trying to help when it's my party, but how much I resent not being allowed to help when it's someone else's party. one of life's mysteries, really.) So she put the boy on the couch, and threatened him if he got up or moved, and I pulled the rolling chair over to where I could put my feet up on the couch and talk to her while she was working in the kitchen. he was lying with his arm stretched out for a while, so i was playing with his hand for a few minutes, and then he was swinging it while he pretended to dance, for a little bit. He fell asleep, and I talked with the girl for a while about what I do--it's actually amazing how many people like, or at least pretend to like SF, we had tea (after waking him up), and walked back to the house. A really, really nice evening. Almost completely forgot that I have no home after tuesday night.
