How I spent my winter vacation.: seanan

How I spent my winter vacation.

Last Thursday, I left work and went straight* to the San Francisco Airport, where I hopped on a big red and silver plane and flew to Seattle. Thanks to Virgin America's generous frequent flier plan, I was actually flying First Class, which meant a much bigger seat, no under-seat storage, and all the free booze I wanted to drink. I did not want any free booze. That was okay, though, since the men in front of me were pretty well-dedicated to drinking enough to justify their upgrades. I think they succeeded. I weep for their livers.

Vixy, Torrey, and Tony were waiting for me on the ground in Seattle. We collected my bags and went on a brief, fruitless search for a Wendy's before returning to the house, where Sooj, K, Fishy, and Lauren were waiting. Oh, the hugging we had! Also the presents. Everyone ooh-ed and ahh-ed appropriately over their shiny new copies of Wicked Girls. My presents had a distinctly dinosaur-y theme this year, which is something I will always approve of. Always.

Eventually, people went to bed. I slept like the dead. And slept, and slept, and slept, and was still the first person up in the morning. This is because there is Something Wrong With Me.

Friday, we went to Old Navy (the cats unpacked my suitcase, and I didn't notice, STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT), Borders, and the grocery store, since I was going to be spending Saturday cooking. And then we played Rock Band 3 until we all wanted to die. It was awesome. This being New Year's Eve, there were many parties being thrown, and many enthusiastic plans being made. Vixy had a headache, and I don't like crowds of strangers, so our enthusiastic plans consisted of staying home, watching 2012, and making rosemary shortbread. I rank this among my top ten New Year's Eves. Shortbread! And global disaster! And Vixy!

Okay, so admittedly, the science of 2012 isn't so much "bad" as "Warren Ellis on acid trying to explain Latin grammar, somehow getting used to fuel a sanity-destroying laser aimed straight at your cerebral cortex" levels of "insane," but hey, there's a GIRAFFE HELICOPTER. No movie with a GIRAFFE HELICOPTER can be all bad, right? Right?

Anyway, life is good, and if you spend the year as you spent the start of it, 2011 is going to make me pretty darn happy. Happy new year!

(*Well, "straight" except for the stops at the post office, Borderlands Books, and Fritz's for mussels and fries. Sadly, "I left work and went crooked" doesn't have quite the right meaning. And this is truly a pity.)

slothman

January 4 2011, 18:10:55 UTC 6 years ago

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“Warren Ellis on acid trying to explain Latin grammar, somehow getting used to fuel a sanity-destroying laser aimed straight at your cerebral cortex” and a GIRAFFE HELICOPTER sounds like this might be a good candidate for Bad Movie Night right alongside Teenage Catgirls in Heat and Cannibal! The Musical.

mskauri

January 4 2011, 20:43:37 UTC 6 years ago

Cannibal! The Musical is CLASSIC "why the hell did anyone spend money to make this schlock and why am I watching it but OMG I can't stop so sue me!" fare.

Haven't seen Teenage Catgirls in Heat...might have to check Netflix on that one! ;o)

January 4 2011, 21:16:15 UTC 6 years ago

♪ Let’s build a snowman! We can make him our best friend! ♫

Teenage Catgirls in Heat is a classic Troma film— low budget, absurd plot, deranged dialogue, gratuitous nudity. Wound up as the source of our eldest cat’s name:

Hero, talking to heroine who was very recently a housecat: “So, what’s your name?”
Heroine: “Cleeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooo! Cleeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo!”

seanan_mcguire

January 20 2011, 15:36:22 UTC 6 years ago

I think there are more explosions in 2012.

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