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Nun offers wine & cheese to strangers.
Jan. 6th, 2014 08:36 amI've just invited the rest of my apartment building over for wine & cheese on the 18th. There are only ten units in my building, a mix of studios, 1-, and 2-bedroom apartments, so it's unlikely that I'll be overwhelmed.
I predict either glory, whereby everyone has a good time, or disaster, whereby either no one comes or at least one fight breaks out. I know the lady in 203 is not happy with the noise made by the exercise equipment used by the bicycle-mad couple in 204. I'm not crazy about it either - I'm in 104 - but they don't wake me up, so it's all good.
Why did I do it? Mainly because I'm tired of walking past these people from time to time without getting to at least know their names. Down with urban anomie! Another is that it'll be my birthday (observed), therefore there must be some kind of party.
One more thing: I went thrifting with the Siberian Siren. I can no longer complain about not having enough tops that aren't t-shirts. Only one dress fit me, though. And much of the fun for me, of course, is watching a little red-headed bombshell try on clothes and then getting to play critic. It's my job to keep her within budget. (Cue laughter.)
She also showed me Fashion: A History from the 18th to the 20th Century, which ate my mind for at least a couple of hours back at her place. Definitely worth it for the pictures.
I predict either glory, whereby everyone has a good time, or disaster, whereby either no one comes or at least one fight breaks out. I know the lady in 203 is not happy with the noise made by the exercise equipment used by the bicycle-mad couple in 204. I'm not crazy about it either - I'm in 104 - but they don't wake me up, so it's all good.
Why did I do it? Mainly because I'm tired of walking past these people from time to time without getting to at least know their names. Down with urban anomie! Another is that it'll be my birthday (observed), therefore there must be some kind of party.
One more thing: I went thrifting with the Siberian Siren. I can no longer complain about not having enough tops that aren't t-shirts. Only one dress fit me, though. And much of the fun for me, of course, is watching a little red-headed bombshell try on clothes and then getting to play critic. It's my job to keep her within budget. (Cue laughter.)
She also showed me Fashion: A History from the 18th to the 20th Century, which ate my mind for at least a couple of hours back at her place. Definitely worth it for the pictures.
