run around. & aground.
Nov. 16th, 2001 01:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantall of yesterday's terrible tasks were finished in time, so h & i drove to the happy valley in record time (only minor detours to the ct border and back again). surprised alison at the wesley door and then went to candlelight dinner. predictably, it was a turkey feast. there is nothing quite as comforting as a bowl of haven potatoes and gravy.
celebration was the loveliest time, even though i thought my knees might collapse. it couldn't match last year's, but you really can't go wrong with several hundred girls singing and dancing. lolo just beamed and beamed from her perch on the steps. we were so proud of her. r and i sped thru the parade route to take photos--this is the part i've never seen. quintessential smithness. the head shaving station, the suck-and-blow, the kissing line. various assorted other treats. at davis i saw j, shilling for sally on the steps. i said hi, but by then i was so godamned tired it was all i could do to beg coffee and stumble back home.
a thousand tender things i really can't wordify here. h & i left before midnight and made good time. i did not panic in my blindness when the road curved. people not seen: md, dc & hr. pity.
c woke me early this morning, as i was writhing in an attempt to hold on to sleep, asking if i was going to call spherion back about some job, some message left yesterday. christ. i mentioned my 6 hours of sleep, 4 hours of driving, and 2 shattered knees. this was probably rather rude of me.
i fell back asleep and dreamt of s, who i couldn't seem to refer to as r, despite familiarity. we were talking to k about anorexia, ubiquity, etc. he showed me photos from some party. one of him behind a veil or a clouded glass. i coo at this and he kisses me in the crook of my neck. such a strangely tender dream.
celebration was the loveliest time, even though i thought my knees might collapse. it couldn't match last year's, but you really can't go wrong with several hundred girls singing and dancing. lolo just beamed and beamed from her perch on the steps. we were so proud of her. r and i sped thru the parade route to take photos--this is the part i've never seen. quintessential smithness. the head shaving station, the suck-and-blow, the kissing line. various assorted other treats. at davis i saw j, shilling for sally on the steps. i said hi, but by then i was so godamned tired it was all i could do to beg coffee and stumble back home.
a thousand tender things i really can't wordify here. h & i left before midnight and made good time. i did not panic in my blindness when the road curved. people not seen: md, dc & hr. pity.
c woke me early this morning, as i was writhing in an attempt to hold on to sleep, asking if i was going to call spherion back about some job, some message left yesterday. christ. i mentioned my 6 hours of sleep, 4 hours of driving, and 2 shattered knees. this was probably rather rude of me.
i fell back asleep and dreamt of s, who i couldn't seem to refer to as r, despite familiarity. we were talking to k about anorexia, ubiquity, etc. he showed me photos from some party. one of him behind a veil or a clouded glass. i coo at this and he kisses me in the crook of my neck. such a strangely tender dream.
