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prismakaosThis weekend was just awesome. I mean, whoa, awesome.
Friday morning, I decided to buy a ticket to fly home that evening. I figured, hey, no DnD this week, since David's out of town (Happy birthday, btw! [a day late, but i was on a plane...]), and I'm kind of swamped for the next few weeks, so this is the best time to go and do taxes. So I call my parents, let them know that I'll be showing up in Hartford on Saturday morning, and they're all surprised but more or less agreeable to it. So I cancel all my weekend plans, finish my workday, go home, pack my stuff, go to the airport, get on a plane, and start my trip to the East Coast.
I land in Dulles, Washington DC's airport of choice now that Reagan has limited service, and go wandering around the terminal to find my next flight. I come across a duty free store, which has Lindt minatures, an object which you may recall from my last post. I'm willing to have these things shipped to me from SWITZERLAND, and there they are, sitting in a store. Well, of course, I have to buy them, right? I mean, who can pass up an opportunity like this? But I fail because, of course, it's duty free. Which means that I need to be leaving on an international flight in order to avoid violataing some sort of US law. So I can't buy them, and I get on the plane to Hartford angry and generally irritated at the world. And, yet, at the same time, I'm terribly amused.
Inevitably, I get off the flight, after sitting on the runway for a while in Hartford, to meet my adorable parents, who are thrilled to see me and insist on carrying my stuff, even though I've successfully dragged it 3000 miles already. And they ask me how my flight was, and I explain to them in infintesimal detail about my search for Lindt miniatures and how I'd have to order them from Switzerland because Dulles' duty free shops are stupid. Mom then reminds me that there's a Lindt store at the Holyoke mall, and we immediately make a detour there, despite my protestations that it'd be okay for me to order it online. I love them so very much.
We get to the store, and lo and behold, they have miniatures in salesperson-put-together bags of 77 pieces each. I express to the salesperson how incredibly amazed I am that this store has these particular items, and he says, "You should see the bag they originally came in!" I go, "Really?" And he brings out a bag that is 2 and a half times larger than the one I posted in my last entry. That's 2.5 kilos or 5.5 pounds of miniature Swiss chocolates. I'm like "I'll take it." He, of course, isn't allowed to sell it to me, but we persevere, telling him that we'd buy 5 bags of the little ones anyway, and this saves on his labor, and really, he should just sell us that bag. So he does. And my parents buy it for me. Did I mention they are awesome?
Anyway, after lunch, home home home. To see dogs and do taxes. And I fixed my dad's wireless issues - his new computer has a USB wireless card, and it kept kicking him off and generally being unresponsive. I complained to the tech guy at Google about it and he suggested changing the channel that the router was broadcasting on, which fixed the problem. Apparently, a local signal was overriding the wireless and confusing the USB card. So now it works, and my parents can take down the ridiculously decorative 100' cable they have running from the router in the family room downstairs through the kitchen and hallway, up the stairs, and into my dad's study. Then we had dinner of Bruno's pizza, which is like Antonio's, but orderable in bulk.
And then I went to hang out with Jesse, who I'd been wanting to see, since he's having a really rough time in his life right now. So he shows up, completely shocked that I'm in MA (I mean, I didn't tell many people), and unfortunately says that he has to go soon since he's supposed to be clubbing in Worcester in a few hours. So we wandered around Amherst, drank some coffee, and talked. Until 3 in the morning. So much for clubbing.
I miss people from MA lots, but Jesse... I dunno, we really got each other, and it was just nice to sit and talk like old times (but without so much drama, coz that was high school and now we're getting older). He's thinking about coming out to visit, which, if the weather keeps it's current sunniness, will be a nice vacation.
Then, four hours of sleep, back on the plane, and back to Cali by 3pm Sunday afternoon. Dropped off my stuff, and went over to Graeme's, since he's sick, watched Emperor's New Groove and Constantine (can you guess which one made more sense?) and drank some tea.
Then work this morning, where I have gotten no work done. Ah, well.
ETA: fucking quotation marks.
Friday morning, I decided to buy a ticket to fly home that evening. I figured, hey, no DnD this week, since David's out of town (Happy birthday, btw! [a day late, but i was on a plane...]), and I'm kind of swamped for the next few weeks, so this is the best time to go and do taxes. So I call my parents, let them know that I'll be showing up in Hartford on Saturday morning, and they're all surprised but more or less agreeable to it. So I cancel all my weekend plans, finish my workday, go home, pack my stuff, go to the airport, get on a plane, and start my trip to the East Coast.
I land in Dulles, Washington DC's airport of choice now that Reagan has limited service, and go wandering around the terminal to find my next flight. I come across a duty free store, which has Lindt minatures, an object which you may recall from my last post. I'm willing to have these things shipped to me from SWITZERLAND, and there they are, sitting in a store. Well, of course, I have to buy them, right? I mean, who can pass up an opportunity like this? But I fail because, of course, it's duty free. Which means that I need to be leaving on an international flight in order to avoid violataing some sort of US law. So I can't buy them, and I get on the plane to Hartford angry and generally irritated at the world. And, yet, at the same time, I'm terribly amused.
Inevitably, I get off the flight, after sitting on the runway for a while in Hartford, to meet my adorable parents, who are thrilled to see me and insist on carrying my stuff, even though I've successfully dragged it 3000 miles already. And they ask me how my flight was, and I explain to them in infintesimal detail about my search for Lindt miniatures and how I'd have to order them from Switzerland because Dulles' duty free shops are stupid. Mom then reminds me that there's a Lindt store at the Holyoke mall, and we immediately make a detour there, despite my protestations that it'd be okay for me to order it online. I love them so very much.
We get to the store, and lo and behold, they have miniatures in salesperson-put-together bags of 77 pieces each. I express to the salesperson how incredibly amazed I am that this store has these particular items, and he says, "You should see the bag they originally came in!" I go, "Really?" And he brings out a bag that is 2 and a half times larger than the one I posted in my last entry. That's 2.5 kilos or 5.5 pounds of miniature Swiss chocolates. I'm like "I'll take it." He, of course, isn't allowed to sell it to me, but we persevere, telling him that we'd buy 5 bags of the little ones anyway, and this saves on his labor, and really, he should just sell us that bag. So he does. And my parents buy it for me. Did I mention they are awesome?
Anyway, after lunch, home home home. To see dogs and do taxes. And I fixed my dad's wireless issues - his new computer has a USB wireless card, and it kept kicking him off and generally being unresponsive. I complained to the tech guy at Google about it and he suggested changing the channel that the router was broadcasting on, which fixed the problem. Apparently, a local signal was overriding the wireless and confusing the USB card. So now it works, and my parents can take down the ridiculously decorative 100' cable they have running from the router in the family room downstairs through the kitchen and hallway, up the stairs, and into my dad's study. Then we had dinner of Bruno's pizza, which is like Antonio's, but orderable in bulk.
And then I went to hang out with Jesse, who I'd been wanting to see, since he's having a really rough time in his life right now. So he shows up, completely shocked that I'm in MA (I mean, I didn't tell many people), and unfortunately says that he has to go soon since he's supposed to be clubbing in Worcester in a few hours. So we wandered around Amherst, drank some coffee, and talked. Until 3 in the morning. So much for clubbing.
I miss people from MA lots, but Jesse... I dunno, we really got each other, and it was just nice to sit and talk like old times (but without so much drama, coz that was high school and now we're getting older). He's thinking about coming out to visit, which, if the weather keeps it's current sunniness, will be a nice vacation.
Then, four hours of sleep, back on the plane, and back to Cali by 3pm Sunday afternoon. Dropped off my stuff, and went over to Graeme's, since he's sick, watched Emperor's New Groove and Constantine (can you guess which one made more sense?) and drank some tea.
Then work this morning, where I have gotten no work done. Ah, well.
ETA: fucking quotation marks.
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