Lightsabre-toothed tigers

[phthalombrage]

Yesterday I went to Church Brew Works with Chris' family and Dave.
There is no such thing as a macrobrewery.
There is such a thing as a free dinner!

Chris Jackson looks like his mom.
His six-foot-tall, plus heels, mom.
Around the eyes, he looks like his dad, his coloring, the end of his nose, too, but most of his face is like his mom's.
His sister is obnoxious, albeit less obnoxious than Chris makes her out to be. I'm glad Dave was there so we could laugh about Chris' family embarrassing themselves.
We totally had the best seats in the place, up on the stage-thing near the shiny visible brewing equipment and the huge fucking american flag, because his mom booked for eight in advance.

I had a mango curry that was less good than I expected, but still pretty decent. It's a steak and beer kind of restaurant. I partake of neither. Maybe I should have gotten the salad of the day. The ice cream, however, was vanilla bean and delicious.

At night I played email poem tag and corresponded over okcupid with some cs major who is curious about the kgb but possibly too stubborn to attend a meeting. And not hitting on me. Excellent.

Today I went to the SCS graduation. I will probably go to the next couple of those and will stab myself for it. Milled maladroitly with other people's family - a little girl was disappointed that her piggyback ride said he was an ostrich, when all she wanted was a pony, an asian master's student in conservative pumps had her photo taken by her vested hipster relative, the hotel staff filled a rectangular bowl of spring roll sauce from an unappetizing larger bucket. Then waited forever, to the mind-numbing xylophones of Yanni, watching freshman pictures of friends and strangers roll past. The dean was less-than-eloquent and glad that people enrolled for CS even though the IT economy was depressing back in 2003. Amazon CEO man talked for SO LONG about his company. Carolyn and I were rolling our eyes every time the man said he had another story. Randy Pausch is a youtube celebrity, but strangely, nothing was said about SCS' other youtube phenom, Johnny Chung Lee, whom my brother idolizes. Henry Whatsit is the next Stephen Hawking, and rstrickl got a ridiculously vibrantly-colored stuffed dragon. There was a questionable parent next to us, who left her baby unattended to probably go take pictures of her husband (something Cheung) receiving his silly e-commerce master's (sooo many possible master's and doctoral degrees from scs, oh god). There was a jittery old man (family of J.J. something-or-other, a master's student) shifting around in the part of my vision where it hurts to have so much movement because each of my eyes sees totally different things. His wife announced that she had to pee. Chris' sister probably peed several times and was just as vocal about it. At least three of the speakers made Star Trek references. Chris told me he was really sweaty and that he might want to frame and hang his diploma above his bed. (Note: CS majors, this is not how you get laid.)

But hey, profs with lightsabers and robotic bagpipes sure are sweet.

The weather could not make up its mind, flashing through sun and rain and gusts of chill wind like a meteorological view-master.

Then Angela brought me SO MUCH KITCHEN STUFF. I am now one huge pasta pot, eleven glasses, six coffee/teacups, five saucers, eight small plates, eight large plates, nine assorted bowls, one colander, two rectangular dish-things, five frying pans, four baking pans, two saucepans, two pots, and two shotglasses the richer. See what I mean? Don't expect to get much mileage out of the shotglasses myself, but it's kind of funny that she included them. One's a CMU shotglass, the other is from Bourbon Street.

The painting is going, my mouth still tastes like garlic despite having brushed my teeth. It shall keep vampires and other undesirables away.

The internet will not concretely tell me whether certain people have beautiful hands so I can tell Mallory, but does inform me that I apparently sat next to one of the hot girls from my 111 class in first semester's CTFWS and that my brother and my friends went to prom last night. My brother looks like something my grandmother would love. My friends are pretty. Why are my friends so pretty? Calliope and both Sashas, if you read this, I liked your dresses. Not to say that I didn't like other people's dresses, yours just were cool and suited you and I have you friended. Also, why is Raluca not on the internets? I miss her.

I have a backlog of emails I should answer. Doing that now.

Comments

[yannaboo.livejournal.com]

I never thought Chris looked like his mom for anything other than immense height. I borrowed one of her jackets once...it was humorous.

Then again, I never have seen his family all together before, it would probably be better for comparison.