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Mar. 11th, 2002 12:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vyvyanxHm, last Thursday G also slept most of the day, but we went back to his place in the evening, made dinner and watched videos (Lola Rennt and Jackie Brown, both of which I'd seen before, and love, and which G hadn't seen, but really enjoyed). Friday evening we roleplayed, for the first time in ages. G embarked on creating his character (even though we got there about 7, he still hadn't finished it by the end of the session, past midnight I think). R's character joined our game this session, and was very useful. We were sent back to the zombie-infested warehouse to investigate stuff, but a squad, possibly from the Govt., had got there too and booby-trapped the skylights. Which Tate (my character) foolishly opened. He was blown off the roof by the blast, and taken off to hospital at once, while the others killed the hitmen who began emerging from the warehouse, and also some zombies. My character was very close to death, but due to Asagawa pulling in a favour and getting him a better doctor, and due to a
lucky constitution roll, he just about pulled through by the end of the session. I didn't do very much though :-/ Also discovered, to my immense surprise, that M is now going out with V (who apparently broke up with S a few weeks ago). I am truly amazed! Not that they aren't nice people, it just seems a totally peculiar match. Ah well, I hope they have a good time together.
Saw them again on Saturday night, when G and I went to C's housewarming. Very good party - saw C's nice house near Fen Ditton, her (housemate's) lovely cat Pooka (more of a big kitten really!), and various geek friends I haven't spoken to for a bit. Ate lovely garlic and blue cheese dips with crisps; drank far too much (vodka, wine, amarula), became affectionate with C on the sofa (she was also v. pissed and said some things she might have regretted in the morning!) and eventually collapsed upstairs on C's bed, whence G extracted me with some difficulty, and poured me into a taxi. I had much trouble controlling my nausea in the taxi; when we got back to the house, it finally got the better of me :-) Oops; haven't done that for some time - perhaps a couple of years. Anyway, nothing very terrible or embarassing seemed to have happened, so all ok then. I may be meeting C for dinner on Wednesday at Charlie Chan's (she is vegetarian too, so we can share the delicious set menu for two!).
Sunday felt really ill most of the day - still queasy, and even had a headache, which is very unusual for me. And depressed, probably for no particular reason (it's an occasional part of bad hangovers for me - seems like happiness karma - balancing out the euphoria of the night before with moroseness the next day). However, the unhappiness fastened on G as the superficial reason for it, with memories of things said at RI's party coming back to haunt me. In the evening, G cooked (we've had the same dinner 4 days running now!) and we watched Four Weddings and a Funeral on Channel 4 with M, G's housemate. Somehow, G had contrived never to have seen the film before; he said he liked it a lot, but seemed in a saddish mood afterwards, he said because of the Auden poem about death which is recited in the film. I felt sad again afterwards as well, but more due to the romantic parts of the film, which made me think hard about G's and my relationship. Stupid to compare one's life with a film, but there you go.
G stayed up all night on purpose, and went back to work this morning. I had got a little sleep, but not really enough (G using the computer in the bedroom kept disturbing my sleep), but when G left I didn't feel able to sleep any more, and got up. Went to use the computer, and due to accidentally knocking a CD case down the back of G's desk, and having to retrieve it, ended up doing something morally dubious which I shouldn't really relate here. The upshot was, I found out things I didn't really want to know. I suppose, it's like the saying - people who eavesdrop never hear good of themselves. But I don't exactly wish _not_ to know, either. Rather, I wish...oh, for impossible things, that one can't ask for, and even if one got them, one could never really trust they were true. Grr.
lucky constitution roll, he just about pulled through by the end of the session. I didn't do very much though :-/ Also discovered, to my immense surprise, that M is now going out with V (who apparently broke up with S a few weeks ago). I am truly amazed! Not that they aren't nice people, it just seems a totally peculiar match. Ah well, I hope they have a good time together.
Saw them again on Saturday night, when G and I went to C's housewarming. Very good party - saw C's nice house near Fen Ditton, her (housemate's) lovely cat Pooka (more of a big kitten really!), and various geek friends I haven't spoken to for a bit. Ate lovely garlic and blue cheese dips with crisps; drank far too much (vodka, wine, amarula), became affectionate with C on the sofa (she was also v. pissed and said some things she might have regretted in the morning!) and eventually collapsed upstairs on C's bed, whence G extracted me with some difficulty, and poured me into a taxi. I had much trouble controlling my nausea in the taxi; when we got back to the house, it finally got the better of me :-) Oops; haven't done that for some time - perhaps a couple of years. Anyway, nothing very terrible or embarassing seemed to have happened, so all ok then. I may be meeting C for dinner on Wednesday at Charlie Chan's (she is vegetarian too, so we can share the delicious set menu for two!).
Sunday felt really ill most of the day - still queasy, and even had a headache, which is very unusual for me. And depressed, probably for no particular reason (it's an occasional part of bad hangovers for me - seems like happiness karma - balancing out the euphoria of the night before with moroseness the next day). However, the unhappiness fastened on G as the superficial reason for it, with memories of things said at RI's party coming back to haunt me. In the evening, G cooked (we've had the same dinner 4 days running now!) and we watched Four Weddings and a Funeral on Channel 4 with M, G's housemate. Somehow, G had contrived never to have seen the film before; he said he liked it a lot, but seemed in a saddish mood afterwards, he said because of the Auden poem about death which is recited in the film. I felt sad again afterwards as well, but more due to the romantic parts of the film, which made me think hard about G's and my relationship. Stupid to compare one's life with a film, but there you go.
G stayed up all night on purpose, and went back to work this morning. I had got a little sleep, but not really enough (G using the computer in the bedroom kept disturbing my sleep), but when G left I didn't feel able to sleep any more, and got up. Went to use the computer, and due to accidentally knocking a CD case down the back of G's desk, and having to retrieve it, ended up doing something morally dubious which I shouldn't really relate here. The upshot was, I found out things I didn't really want to know. I suppose, it's like the saying - people who eavesdrop never hear good of themselves. But I don't exactly wish _not_ to know, either. Rather, I wish...oh, for impossible things, that one can't ask for, and even if one got them, one could never really trust they were true. Grr.
