dreaming away...
Jul. 27th, 2002 03:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kespernorthI whiled away a pleasant evening at the Mercury with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
icebluenothing, retcon, heddo98 and her friends, and artvixn last night. helix90 was nowhere in evidence, which disappointed me; I wanted to ask him about this test engineer thing.
I danced, I talked to some drunk Asian software engineers who told me to send them their resume, I hung out with my friends.
It was a suprisingly slow evening at the Merc, actually. Six had left, and Riff and I were just about to, but Riff got distracted by six feet of leggy brunette named Ilsa, and spent much of the evening talking to her. She seemed a pleasant and intelligent lady, though I didn't get to talk to her much.
Meanwhile, Heather, Alan and Diana appeared, so I had them to talk to. I haven't gotten to hang out with Heather nearly enough; she's been bouncing from Ren Faire to SCA Event, and with the joblessness and so forth -- not to mention coping with parental demands on my time -- I haven't been going to such things.
It was a pleasant evening. It all felt very... normal, however.
I want to go to Europe.
...
I need more music.
Suggestions?
...
I think I shall go do some writing. Or try to.
...
It's a beautiful day. The sort of day that makes one wish for a picnic in the forest, or a book and a hammock, or a glass of wine and a cigarette on the porch. The sort of day you want to just while away, until people start showing up for the party.
But for various reasons, that isn't really an option.
icebluenothing, retcon, heddo98 and her friends, and artvixn last night. helix90 was nowhere in evidence, which disappointed me; I wanted to ask him about this test engineer thing.I danced, I talked to some drunk Asian software engineers who told me to send them their resume, I hung out with my friends.
It was a suprisingly slow evening at the Merc, actually. Six had left, and Riff and I were just about to, but Riff got distracted by six feet of leggy brunette named Ilsa, and spent much of the evening talking to her. She seemed a pleasant and intelligent lady, though I didn't get to talk to her much.
Meanwhile, Heather, Alan and Diana appeared, so I had them to talk to. I haven't gotten to hang out with Heather nearly enough; she's been bouncing from Ren Faire to SCA Event, and with the joblessness and so forth -- not to mention coping with parental demands on my time -- I haven't been going to such things.
It was a pleasant evening. It all felt very... normal, however.
I want to go to Europe.
...
I need more music.
Suggestions?
...
I think I shall go do some writing. Or try to.
...
It's a beautiful day. The sort of day that makes one wish for a picnic in the forest, or a book and a hammock, or a glass of wine and a cigarette on the porch. The sort of day you want to just while away, until people start showing up for the party.
But for various reasons, that isn't really an option.
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Date: 2002-07-27 03:33 pm (UTC)Um. I hate to sound motherly ... but ...
Don't put all your eggs or hopes in that particular basket yet.
Contingency plans are good.
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Date: 2002-07-27 04:20 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-07-27 06:28 pm (UTC)Just sayin' cuz whenever you get excited about something you focus everything on it and forget everything else.
Which is good and bad, in its own regard.