daecabhir: (Calvin Hobbes Cool Dance)

The last time I made a post of substance, it was about how someone incredibly special had entered my life. Since then the story of this evolving relationship and how incredibly happy I've been these past few months has largely been chronicled in short bursts on my Facebook page or on Twitter. Apparently there are some details that have fallen through the cracks, quite likely because I'm sometimes obtuse, or because following other people's life sagas through social networks is like drinking from a fire hose, or because I've just simply omitted those details. At any rate, I reckon I owe everyone an update, which is behind the cut... )

Obviously there are many details I have left out, and the devil is in the details, so I'm sure there will be questions. I might even answer a few. Maybe. But either way, thanks for listening.

daecabhir: (Panda Hug)

Good morning everyone... yes, I'm alive, although I think someone passed along the Faire equivalent of con crud. Not that lack of sleep during the past week coupled with a break-neck schedule would make me susceptible to random germs at all. Nope, not a bit.

So, I reckon some of you might be wondering why I chose now of all times to clear away the dusty cobwebs from my journal. Read More, If You Dare... )

daecabhir: (Zonked)

After a marathon packing, loading, driving and unloading session, I am for all intents and purposes moved out of the ex-house in Fredneck. About 3/4 filled a 17 foot truck (filled it end to end, but not top to bottom), and now there is very little bare floor space in the storage unit or the first floor of my row house. But it is done, and even though we're exhausted I think both [livejournal.com profile] ravynmaniac and I will be much happier now that this monkey is off our collective backs.

I'll be back in Fredneck the weekend of September 26 to get a load of electronics recycling carted, and to pick up "remainders", and I've now got a large amount of stuff to sort through. Not to mention a post brewing about my ephiphany this weekend on the topic of material possessions. But we've passed a major milestone, and for that I am gratefiul.

daecabhir: (Zonked)

So, here's where things stand with me in brief:

  • I have returned from Wisconsin. It was time well spent, and I was sad to leave, but at the same time I was happy to be home. Highlights of the visit included reading bedtime stories to niece and nephew, spending time in the park, playing Arkham Horror with [livejournal.com profile] scubaninja and his wife, and meeting Twitter pal HappiForever.

  • Work has been eating me alive, with high priority deliverables that involve components outside of our control. Never mind the fact that I seem to be spending the majority of my time managing technical resources, project deliverables and documentation rather than doing techie things.

  • Quite bluntly, the house is a fscking wreck. I need downtime which I ain't gonna get, so I'm going to be Commander Cranky Pants until such time as the clutter is managed. Getting a handle on it is one of this weekend's challenges.

  • Tomorrow I will be attempting to gather up my remaining possessions from the ex-house in Fredneck, such that no more running back and forth across the state is required. Some pre-sorting needs to occur to avoid brining things that don't need to come with me (hello Goodwill, recycling and Mr. Dumpster), but there will still be items that end up in self-storage for dealing with later.

  • This weekend I return my focus to meditation practice, study and contemplation. I am coordinating Shambhala Level I training next weekend, and the new companion class for five Tuesday evenings after that. I've needed something to give me a push in the direction of leaning into my practice, and this is the ticket.

  • Otherwise, life is the usual kind of expected chaos. There are many loose ends, bills and other oddiments that need to be addressed. In other words, SNAFU.







daecabhir: (Master Brewer)

Today's post is brought to you by the deiightfully nommy taste of New Glarus Brewing Company's Uff-daUff-da. I am in Wisconsin visiting my cousin, which is about the only reason why I can enjoy this fine Bock. It wasn't on the production schedule, so I despaired of getting to have some on this visit, but 'lo it did appear in a divine light at Woodman's in Madison. [livejournal.com profile] scubaninja have been sampling the many noteworthy brews here in his adopted home state.

This has turned out to be the vacation I needed, even if I didn't realize that I needed it. I'm spending a litle under a week with [livejournal.com profile] scubaninja and his family out here in Wisconsin. It's been almost six years since the last time I came out to see them, and it's been good to just hang out with [livejournal.com profile] scubaninja, his wife, my two nieces and nephew. I'll be posting some pictures once I get back - it seems that in the mad dash to throw things into my bags before heading out to BWI at O'dark-ugly on Thursday morning, I did not toss my sync cable in the bag. Go me.

So what have I done with my vacation? Sampled a number of beers, visited my cousin's two places of work (the university and the dive shop), toured the New Glarus brewery (where I sampled more beer), eaten cheese curds (fried and fresh) and frozen custard, accompanied my nieces and nephew to a bithday party at a local park, watched quite possibly the worst movie EVAR (Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus, which literally stunk on ice) after which an infusion of Futurama and South Park was required to erase the stank, visited the zoo in Madison, walked around outside a whole bunch, and generally have taken it easy. The weather's been sunny but chilly, which suits me just fine after several weeks of breathing warm liquid air in Bawlmer.

The time spent with the kids has ben great... yes, they have their moments, but generally speaking they've been wonderful to be around. Friday night I read "The Monster at the End of this Book" as a bedtime story as narrated by Grover, Dark Jedi Master at [livejournal.com profile] scubaninja's proddding, I played video games as well as spent some time sitting on top of a grassy hill with my nephew, tickled, carried and teased my niece, and taken pictures of many smiling faces. The birthday party on Saturday was outside at a local park, where I was able to just sort of relax into the waves of energy coming from a group of kids and parents just enjoying a crisp sunny afternoon at the playground.

In point of fact, perhaps I should end it here, for now, and maybe go for a walk. It's a lovely day, too lovely to sit here typing at a computer. TTFN

daecabhir: (Zonked)

I know I haven't exactly been forthcoming with detals about my move from Fredneck to Bawlmer, including the simple detail that I have moved to Bawlmer. So in concise bullet form I give you details of a sort:

Nitpicky details on how things have progressed behind the cut... )

So where am I in Bawlmer? On S. Potomac Street between Baltimore and Lombard. Highlandtown, hon. Near Canton, but most definitely Highlandtown. About four or five blocks from the BSFS building. About 20 minutes from work (where I am spending way too much time) and 20 minutes from the meditation center (where I am spending way too little time), in one of those "borderline" neighborhoods. If you've lived in Bawlmer, you knoiw what I mean by that,

I haven't had much time to settle in, but observations are popping in my head from time to time, soi you will likly see more posts. Until then, youse have a good one, k hon?

daecabhir: (Zonked)

So, I called out of work yesterday, because I was falling asleep at traffic lights. True story. Hadn't had a decent night's sleep in three days, in spite of taking my sleep meds. Can you say S-T-R-E-S-S?

Even as exhausted as I was, I still had to take sleep meds to get to sleep during the day - took a half dose so I wouldn't sleep until like 10 PM and then be up all night. Thunder storm woke me up about 4 hours later, and I groggily passed the rest of the day at the computer, doing nothing else but getting a load of dishes on. Eventually I throw in the towel, take some sleep meds, and head for bed.

The rest of the night is spent in one hour increments, waking up and wondering WTF is going on. I have weird dreams - lots of them. Which is passing strange because if I do dream I almost never remember that I dreamed - does that make sense? But the dreams were weird, involving the meditation center, my meditation instructor, me walking around in my underwear at one point, and ending up in a tunnel / sewer some place with writing in blood (I'm assuming that's why it was red) appearing on the wall of the tunnel and disappearing as we attempted to read it by lighter / matches. I mean it was just plain not the usual kind of thing my brain chews on, or at least chews on and shares with me.

And no, I did not read any of J.C. Hutchins' "Personal Effects: Dark Art" yesterday in spite of it arriving shortly after I was awakened by the thunder storm. This was my own messed up psyche playing games with me. Why, I have no idea, but it is damned inconvenient.

daecabhir: (Hamster Cup)

Actually, I was going to be in up-state New York, at a weekend on tonglen led by Pema Chodron. But life does not go according to plan, or at least mine does not. )

I was sitting on the deck a little earlier, a cigar in one hand and a snifter of 17 year old Old Pulteney, pondering the darkness of the back yard. I realized a while back that this house is no longer home, hasn't been for quite a while. Sitting on the deck I mused on how rare it was that I actually did sit out on the deck. Perhaps I'm a little more at ease with being alone with myself, or perhaps the two beers I had prior to going out onto the deck allowed me to be a little more at ease with being alone myself. Kind of like the question of "How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?" The world may never know...

One thought that did come to mind sitting on the deck was that not so long ago I was sitting in a chair in the atrium / open space at the Hunt Valley Marriott at some rediculous hour of the morning, just hanging out with various podcasters and other creative types. Cigars had materialized, conversations had happened, and connections were made. As much as the technology had brought us together, it was the human element that kept us up to all hours, until the sky started to lighten once again. No matter what, there is that need, that desire to interact person to person, that Twitter, Livejournal, podcasts and other methods of communication cannot ever truly replace. Otherwise the podcasting panels and events at Balticon would not have been so packed... these electronic transmission vectors help fill the time between face to face encounters, help us stay in touch until we can share each other's company.

It doesn't really matter much where you are... 'cos home is in your heart... it's a feeling you wake with one day... - Phil Collins.

daecabhir: (Enlightenment)

Synposis: I am going "dark" for the forseeable future. What this means is that I will not be reading or posting to LiveJournal, Twitter or other social networking sites. Facebook is a necessary evil for communicating with alumni members of my fraternity, but otherwise I will be largely absent from there as well. I will be reading e-mail on a regular basis, because that is my primary mode of communication with the world at large, but even that will be kept to a minimum where possible. If you have my e-mail address or other contact information, please do not hesitate to contact me if needed, especially if there is something of importance going on in your life that you feel I need to know. If you do not have contact information for me and would like to stay in touch with me, I've screened comments so you can leave me contact information (e-mail is best) and I will in turn pass along my contact information to you.

The devil, they say, is in the details... )

I honestly do not know how long this self-imposed exile will last, or if it will in fact end. My karma seems to be taking me along a different road than the one that I thought I would follow, and where exactly this new road will lead me is in many ways a mystery. But as Thomas Merton once wrote, "In order to become myself, I must cease to be who or what I always wanted to be." The funny thing is, I'm not even sure who or what that is exactly.

Peace.

daecabhir: (March of the Mutha-Fuckin Ducks)

Windows are open, fans are going, airing out the house. Noticed that one window on the front of the house won't stay open, so I reckon window replacement will be added to my growing list of home repairs. Otherwise I'm just trying to get a handle on the disaster area, removing items that are trash, recyclable or Goodwill fodder. As I come across stuff belonging to [livejournal.com profile] ravynmaniac I'm placing it in boxes for eventual transfer to her abode.

Today is mostly a pick up day, although I will try to get a bookcase moved to the living room, and to stand up a display case for various pieces of sculpture. Tomorrow will be focused more on cleaning, like bathrooms, floors, vacuuming and the like. I'm also going to shoot for getting my shrine set up, so I can begin doing the morning mahayana practices before heading into work (the practices involve three half prostrations while repeating the refuge vow three times, and there is no room, and no proper shrine setup).

Extra motivation comes from the fact that [livejournal.com profile] pafischer and [livejournal.com profile] ljosalf will be crashing here Tuesday night before the delivery of their child (FedEx guarantees they will have it by 10:00 AM, don't ask why they're having it delivered to Fredneck). So I better get my ass away from the keyboard - coffee break's over, back on yer heads!

daecabhir: (Party On!)

Wide awake, and taking a break from working on the house. This weekend, like last weekend, has been absolutely a bust when it comes to doing things around here. My accomplishments thus far include a load of laundry, a load of dishes and the trash taken out. I had intended to work more on the house today, but my body demanded sleep. Funny that - if you don't give it sleep, it takes sleep. Of course, now I am awake, so I shall try to get a few more things done before I head into work really fracking early.

If you figured out from that statement that I will not be going to bed tonight, you get a gold star. Details of the weekend, for those that care, behind the cut... )

All in all, it has been a good weekend, even if I didn't get as much done as I would have liked. Next weekend looks to be similarly unproductive around here, with a sukavati (ceremony for a favorable rebirth) for a friend's mother Saturday morning, a baby shower for [livejournal.com profile] pfischer and [livejournal.com profile] ljosalf Saturday afternoon, the Harvest of Peace celebration and taking of Bodhisattva vows on Sunday. The following weekend I am avoiding any and all social engagements, so I can actually work on the house. At least that is my intention.

daecabhir: (Zonked)

Slept most of the day. Left my milk out this morning, I guess I was that muzzy brained. Fixed myself some dinner, did some laundry, made a quick trip to the grocery store, unloaded the dishwasher and put on a load of dishes. Now I'm going to change the sheets on the bed, and then slip between them for some more rest. Hopefully I will have made some headway on this crud when I get up in the AM. Much to do this weekend, including visiting family (mine and [livejournal.com profile] ravynmaniac's) and starting to excavate in the house.

'nite all... sleep well...

daecabhir: (Sick)

I actually arrived home in Fredneck late Sunday evening, but I've been playing catch up with everything but sleep. I haven't dug deeply into the psychology of why the first three nights home I was avoiding going to bed, but I have my theories. Thankfully last night I went to bed shortly after I got home and let the sleep meds take effect, but I woke up this morning feeling like gum on the bottom of someone's shoe. After eating breakfast I went back to bed for a few hours, and woke up less tired, but still feeling physically tired. Another sick day logged, go me.

As proven out by last Fall's dathun (one month group meditation intensive retreat), and the Warrior Assembly from whence I have returned, residential retreats have their version of "con crud". Lack of sleep and fatigure create a fertile ground for the microbial nasties that ride along with the many people who come to the retreats. About half way into the retreat, I was fighting a head and chest cold, causing me to miss one of the morning practice sessions. I thought I had overcome the worst of it before coming home, but apparently that is not the case. I will probably venture forth a little later today to pick up some echinnecea tea and Cold-Eeze, but will not be heading to the meditation center. My body needs rest, and I need to listen to my body.

Warrior Assembly is the culmination of the Heart of Warriorship and the Sacred Path Shambhala training curricula, and is held at various Shambhala land centers each year - this year it was held in Poland, France (Dechen Choling), Colorado (Shambhala Mountain Center) and Vermont (Karme Choling). We had about 150 participants from as far away as Australia, and about another 30 staff members. We did a fair amount of sitting practice, study, and work around Karme Choling, including listening to talks given by the co-directors Acharya Eric Spiegel and Ms. Mary Campbell. The teachings during the course of the 10 days of Warrior Assembly helped to tie together the teachings from previous training levels, and caused me to appreciate not for the first time the brilliance of the Shambhala training. It was, overall, a very fruitional experience.

I, like many others, spent the week on an emotional roller coaster, sometimes going through a whole cycle of emotions in the space of a day. This is one thing that can happen when you participate in group meditation retreats... in an environment of intensive practice, it is possible to relax to the point that one will drop the barriers we as human beings tend to erect between ourselves and the rest of the world to protect ourselves from being hurt. Learning to do this helps one to open up to the feelings of others and cultivate compassion, but it also exposes you to the rawness of your emotions and the emotions of others, and that can be both deleriously joyful and incredibly painful. It can also be bloody exhausting.

Well, that is enough for now I reckon. I have other thoughts on my changing life, my attitude towards my activity on the 'net, and my joining the Dorje Kasung while at Warrior Assembly, but those are for later.

daecabhir: (Firefly Zen)

Truck gone now loaded
Many hands light work making
Still more to be done

Honest sweat on brow
Rain cools the heat of August
End is beginning

daecabhir: (Calvin's Selective Reality)

So, yesterday was the 42nd anniversary of my escape from the womb. At 10:21 AM, in Washington, D.C., on July 25, 1966 my mother gave me perhaps the greatest gift I have ever received - life. Thank you mother, not only for the nine months of gestation that you endured, but the decades of love thereafter as well. It was passing strange this year, as I received more birthday wishes in one day than I had in the past five years. I am not sure what I did to deserve the notoriety (or is it infamy?), but I was really, truly blown away by the number of people who wished me well, and the variety of places where those birhday wishes were posted (one of particular note, from a Twitter pal, is this Bitstrip.

In other news, [livejournal.com profile] ravynmaniac has taken posession of a townhouse less than 10 minutes away. She'll be packing and moving some things this weekend while I am in Baltimore doing a Shambhala Art training intensive. Not much else I can say about it really, other than it is good that she found a place that she could afford which will accomodate her needs. I doubt I will begin to sort out my own life until after Warrior Assembly in August.

I am sitting at a table in the third floor "suite" in my friend Cynthia's "old" house. That is, the one she used to live in befoe she bought the one next door. She's renting out room in the house and I suppose that if I were the one moving out I would probably have looked into renting this space. Cynthia lets me crash here for training weekends so I don't have to commute from Frederick every day. At some point I should take her and her mom out to someplace nice for the number of times she's put me up.

This weekend is a Shambhala Art "intensive", which combines the first two levels of Shambhala Art training into a single weekend. I'll post more on this later, but I've been waiting for the opportunity to pursue this particular set of teachings, and tonight's opening talk and exercise was very promising. And yes, in case you're wondering, I have invested and will be investing a good deal of time to pursuing dharmic studies. This is the path upon which I find myself, and it is a path that has brought a great deal of clarity and sanity to my life, even if it has also brought the inability to delude myself as well. It doesn't mean I don't do stupid things or don't try to avoid unpleasant situations - it just means that I can't hide from the fact that I am doing something stupid or avoiding unpleasantness. Frome somewhere in the midst of that wisdom may eventually arise.

Anyway, I should go to bed now. Thank you again to everyone who wished me a happy birthday, or who has wished me well in dealing with the upheavels in my life. Your support helps, it really does.

daecabhir: (Drama Queen)

This morning I went with [livejournal.com profile] ravynmaniac to check out a rental property, and this afternoon her rental application was approved. The inventorying and packing will likely start tomorrow, and some belongings will begin to make their way to her "new" home this weekend. The primary reason for the "rush" on this is that September marks the start of a heavy work period for [livejournal.com profile] ravynmaniac, and she needs to be in a position where she can concentrate on her work. This means having her studio and her office set up, and not having to worry about something major still being over here in the house. The townhouse isn't that far from here, nor will I be asking her for her key or changing the locks (that's a joke there now, son), but smack-dab in the middle of a work crisis is not the time to realize that a mighty critical bit of something is not in the house.

The reality of things is, I suspect, finally beginning to settle in for me. No real point in trying to explain what I mean by that - it's a purely personal experience that spans the physical, emotional and mental spectrum. I knew that this needed to happen, just as I know that at this moment I am not really processing the whole of the experience. Call it "growing pains" if you will. What I need is time, and space, which I reckon I will have in great supply sooner rather than later.

[livejournal.com profile] danguyf asked "If it's so amicable, why go to all of the trouble?" I'm going to assume that he meant "Why separate?" (and you may correct me [livejournal.com profile] danguyf), which is a fair question. I can only speak for myself, from my own experience, which is that I am not the same person that I was a year ago, and that my feelings are not the same as they were a year ago. I've had to spend a lot of quality time with my own neuroses, observing them, learning from them, trying (not always successfully) to not get caught up in them. In the process of facing my own demons, it became very clear that while I still cared about the well-being of [livejournal.com profile] ravynmaniac as I would a close friend or family member, I was no longer in love with her. It was hard enough to admit to myself; it took months for me to come out and actually admit it to her. Not that I had been particularly skillful at hiding my inner turmoil and unhappiness (I shall not be playing poker anytime soon).

So "why go to all of the trouble?" Because we both need the time and space to process this change in our lives. Because no one should stay in a relationship without a healthy interest from both parties. Because it is really the only way that healing is going to occur - stewing in a situation that only becomes more uncomfortable and stressful is not healthy. Because we're still relatively young, and there is much more living to do for both of us. Because you can't force love - it is either there, or it isn't. Because it is the right thing to do.

daecabhir: (Coffee Failed - Use Jumper Cables)

So, like, I've been busy as hell at work. Deadlines that looked reasonable are now looming fifty feet high and fifty feed wide, approaching at an alarming rate. Mostly generating documentation that should have already existed, along with operations engineering plans, which I haven't done in ages. By the end of the day, my brain is pretty damned crisp. I need a vacation - hopefully Warrior Assembly in August will not leave me feeling like a wrung-out dishtowel.

Judging by the e-mails and LJ comments I have received, the announcement has left a number of folks wondering just what the hell happened. However, the responses have been very supportive of [livejournal.com profile] ravynmaniac and I as we try to make our way through this, for which we are both deeply grateful. We're currently in the process of finding a place for [livejournal.com profile] ravynmaniac to rent, and muddle through the details that we need to organize before sitting down with a mediator to work out the legal end of things. The most important thing is that folks not worry about us... we're working together on this, and we're both intent upon getting through this with our friendship intact.

This weekend I'll be in Baltimore participating in a Shambhala Art intensive, which is basically Shambhala Art I and II in one weekend. Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche taught that art provided another avenue for developing mindfullness and awareness, for connecting with the primordial nature of mind. The director for this weekend is apparently most excellent, so I am looking forward to finally being able to start the Shambhala Art training. I'll post here after the weekend to let y'all know how it goes.

On that note, I should get my ass into the shower and into the office. More later - TTFN!

daecabhir: (Hamster Cup)

This is probably going to seem a little awkward and perhaps surreal for many of you, but then this has been a little awkward and surreal for Nora and I as we ourselves start to prepare for navigating uncharted waters. After a not insignificant amount of soul-searching and careful consideration, Nora and I are going to be separating, and will quite likely be getting divorced a year thereafter. We wanted you all to hear this directly from the two of us before rumors start flying around, and at least try to explain a little bit of what is going on.

Everyone needs to understand is this really is an amicable split between two rational adults. We still care about each other very deeply, but we've come to the realization that our lives have started to move along two distinctly separate paths. There is no acrimony, no fault, no blame - change happens, and thankfully we've acquired enough wisdom during the course of our lives to acknowledge that simple fact. This isn't going to be the easiest thing in the world for us to go through, but we've come to the understanding that it is the right thing to do for the both of us.

We're committed to making this as painless as possible under the circumstances, and truly wish to come out of this with our friendship intact. That includes keeping our friendships with all of you - no dividing up of friends, special events and the like. Neither of us has the patience nor the desire for that kind of nonsense, so you're stuck with us both, sorry. All that we ask is that you bear with Nora and I as we work through this period of transition in our lives, and that you not worry too much about us as we try to figure things out.

daecabhir: (Coffee Failed - Use Jumper Cables)

So, the con is over, and it is Monday. I might just return to relative normalcy this week... as in working five full days. Still have Shambhala Level V to coordinate this coming weekend, but in the grand scheme of things that brings with it a sanity of its own.

Packing up my stuff and heading for work. Level V review meeting tonight, so I won't be back until 2200 or so. Cheers.

daecabhir: (Zonked)

Came home early Friday, but still had to work (early release at work site, but still needed to log billable hours). Using a wiki for something akin to the purpose of such things, I brought the monthly status report for our project up to date, and then started poking around with trying to get <jargon> Eclipse, Standalone OC4J and Basic Auth working with the XML JAZN provider</jargon> - no dice. Had some issues with accessing the company network over the VPN - for some reason, host names would just not resolve, so e-mail and web-browsing was full of fail.

I salved my ego with two gin & tonics at Longhorn waiting for carryout, followed it up with two Dogfish Head Raison D'Etre with dinner and two episodes of season six of "24", and finished the evening off with a coupl of coffee liqueur and cream. FWIW, Starbucks Coffee Liqueur kicks serious butt over Kahlua... especially when mixed with Frangelico and Bailey's - yum!

Saturday I was up at a decent hour, but frittered the day away sommat. I should have been working on my office, but instead chose to rip music from various CDs including two most excellent discs I received from Urban Tapestry. They were a real pleasure to catch live at Balticon 42, and "My Jalapeno Man" had me laughing almost out of breath in my car on Friday... a truly beautiful example of outrageously funny yet subtle humor.

So, I got some laundry done and waded through some e-mails, and then it was off for the evening's festivities. First stop was a gathering of the local podcasting tribe at its de facto home base - Dogfish Head Alehouse in Gaithersburg. The food and beer were, as always, wonderful. Getting to chat a bit more with Grailwolf and meeting Brand (the wickedly funny evil mastermind behind Calls for Cthulu) was a pleasant surprise, along with getting to hang with [livejournal.com profile] andreahg (whose 29th birthday was yesterday), [livejournal.com profile] cmdln_user, [livejournal.com profile] pafischer, Martha, Cmaaarrrr!!!, SciFi Laura, Tee Morris and Heather Welliver.

Following the meet-up, [livejournal.com profile] ravynmaniac dropped me off at the Shady Grove Metro so that I could ride into D.C. and catch up with [livejournal.com profile] tth and the LJ-less soon-to-be-husband of [livejournal.com profile] gypsy_sylvin for Chris' bachelor party. The crew included Charlene, the partner of Chris's Best [Wo]Man Julie, friends of Chris and Julie's, and Chris's brothers Wayne and Josh. We started at Bucca di Beppo on Connecticut Avenue in D.C., where the food was good and the company was even better. After dinner we made our way through D.C. to The Camelot, which is a fairly upscale gentlemen's club on M Street. We didn't leave the scene until around 2 AM, with [livejournal.com profile] tth at the wheel of Chris' POS that we bottomed out coming out of the parking garage (car contained [livejournal.com profile] tth and Chris in the front, and Wayne, Josh and I in the back. All in all the evening was a raccous good time, largely because it was "no holds barred" in terms of giving each other a hard time about whatever topic was currently being hashed. Charlene is extremely cool, and I'm looking forward to meeting Julie next weekend at the wedding.

The downside is that I got home well after 3 AM this morning, and slept poorly for the second night in a row. Mostly I think because of the amount of fluid consumed (I was trying to keep my water intake up, and was pacing myself... I had (including the 90 Minute IPA at DFH) a total of six drinks from 6 PM to 2 PM, which is remarkably restrained for those kind of social gatherings. So I didn't get up until after 2 PM, when I took out my CPAP because I'd gotten the hose wrapped around my wrist and then rolled over. Since then I have largely been suffering from a bad case of dragging ass, but I need to get out for coffee beans, milk and some other sundries so that I can prepare a meal tonight.

The week will be busy... Level V review meeting Monday night, Warrior Wednesday and probably a Level V site walkthrough (we're doing it at an alternate location, since Level I will also be run this coming weekend) on Wednesday night, protector practice at the center on Thursday, coordinating Level V this coming weekend, with Chris and [livejournal.com profile] gypsy_syvlin's wedding on Saturday. No rest for the wicked.

So I've screwed off enough, and need to roll out the door. More later this week...

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