September 19th, 2004
|09:36 pm - Weakened report|
Good weekend, with lots of friends... but I'm just utterly bushed now.
I spent Saturday morning helping tiny_rhino and her boy move house, which entailed carrying large pieces of furniture down from a third-floor apartment and out into the pissing rain and thence into the truck. Damp, but fun: lots of folks showed up, so it was enjoyable work and not just a drag. (Well, that and I could offload some of the big stuff onto strong people, which I thought was a good idea.)
Once finished, we drove out... to... Princeton. It's... a long... way... out. But the new house is very hip, and unloading was a breeze compared to loading (not least because the rain had more or less fizzled out by that point). So that all went well.
Drove home, showered, and got right back on the road to go to NH and spend the rest of the weekend with rhysara and kazmat and sauergeek. Games (lots of them). Food (lots of it, and good, though in future I may avoid having mussels and escargot in the same meal: it turns out there is such a thing as too much garlic butter). More games, including my first ever shot at the bizarre co-operative Lord of the Rings German board-game (very enjoyable, actually, though it took us a while to figure out all the mechanics). Sleep (theoretically, subject to the usual limits imposed by strange-house/strange-bed). Breakfast (toast, because I just couldn't face anything more). Kayaking (excellent but strenuous: we hit some snappy crosswind which took some significant effort to overcome). Lunch (Irish). Yet more games (yeah, I'm not surprised either). Cleaning (some). Drive home (traffic-y).
I think perhaps it's time to go sleep like the dead. (Not The Dead, just the dead.)
P.S. Seen on the drive home: a yellow traffic sign. What it really said: FOG AREA. How I parsed it: FOO AREA. This seemed really funny at the time, though that may have been the sleep deficit talking. :-)
|Date:||September 19th, 2004 08:27 pm (UTC)|| |
I'm going to guess that you did NOT move to the right when the sign said "left lane ending, merge right." Cause I decided not to be a masshole and cut in at the last moment and then discovered... Yes, that's right, the left lane did not END, it zipped through and didn't get all of the damn speedway traffic. GRR.
Of course then the traffic finally met back up with the lane that I could WATCH zipping by off to the left... And I'm waiting to get in the left hand lane, but there's this damn car there just close enough that I don't want to cut it off. But it wouldn't PASS me. So I wait and have to step on the breaks, and I mutter under my breath as the car goes by... "Damn jerk..in a green... Volkswagen... With Mass plates. Hm." So I memorized the plate number, but I didn't have to ask if it was you because I saw you at the toll booths.
Thankfully, I got off at 495 and traffic was MUCH nicer there.
and I made the same mistake on the way south. Oops. But if driven correctly, the traffic design to handle race-day traffic is impressively done.
|Date:||September 20th, 2004 07:26 am (UTC)|| |
Um, brakes, I meant brakes...
|Date:||September 20th, 2004 07:52 am (UTC)|| |
And here I thought I was leaving you plenty of room to hop back into the left lane. (Well, the New England version of "plenty of room," anyway, which is to say "any more and someone else would have jumped in.")
Oh, well. Sorry.
|Date:||September 20th, 2004 07:59 am (UTC)|| |
I'm always more conscious of having lots of space when I have the kayaks on the roof. They can make the car less responsive, and the traffic up to that point had been quite heavy and stop and go. I was playing it safe. Had I not had the kayaks on the roof, been in NH, and gone through speedway hell, I probably would have jumped in. :}
I did realize after you passed me, though, that you were probally waiting for me to pull out in front of you and that's why you sat back there so long.
|Date:||September 20th, 2004 10:26 am (UTC)|| |
My latest cheapass order has arrived... And we still need to play the monkey poop game!