November 26th, 2007
|09:25 am - Hello, friendslist!|
I spent Thanksgiving Day here in L.A., with friends (including ladybrick yay!)--eating and drinking and ignoring (for my part) the football-watching going on at the other end of the room, and acting like the geek I am (well, pretty much everyone there was a geek of some variety, so I was in good company).
Then I spent 8 1/2 hours on Friday, driving north to Redding. There, I hung out with all of my immediate family, which was great fun and included a late-night Starbucks run with my two eldest brothers (whom I am sorely tempted to start calling Sam and Dean--I knew there was a reason I latched onto those two so quickly *facepalm*). Also, several of my cousins and their spouses, and my maternal grandfather, and my mom's siblings. Kind of a mini family reunion.
I got a migraine right in the middle of it all, and had to beg my host (my cousin's awesome wife) for a quiet room for a few hours. Meh. What horrible timing.
Sunday was an early start, and 10 hours in the car on the return trip. This was lightened considerably by a couple of phone conversations, and by a lovely audio book: Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes, which I had never actually read before. Creepy, and I am quite fond of the two main characters.
So I am now at home. I should be at work, but I woke up with the beginnings of a cold, and am taking advantage of that fact to take the morning slowly. I'll probably make myself get to work a little after noon, but right now I'm just wishing I could imitate our cats and sleep in the sun for a while.
ETA: ow. I ate a lot of beef jerky and dried fruit while driving, both to keep me awake and because it's easy to handle and non-messy. I must have chewed something wrong, because my jaw hurts when I eat now! Not the teeth or bone, but the joint. Never had that happen before! lol.
I'm not sorry I got to see my family. But I doubt you'll catch me ever doing something like this over the Thanksgiving long weekend again. Bah. I could have done so much, and instead I was stuck in car for two days. Oh well.
Current Mood: sick
|Date:||November 26th, 2007 09:17 pm (UTC)|| |
I dunno--I was on a Ray Bradbury kick in high school, and then kinda dropped him. At that time, I wasn't into anything that looked like horror; it didn't scare me, but I was very easily squicked at the time. I couldn't have watched SPN back then, no way, or even tried to read Stephen King.
But wow, this is a perfect time in my reading/watching to take in this story. I'm really enjoying it (didn't quite finish listening on the way home, so that's my commute for the next week or so).
Imagining your brothers as Sam & Dean makes me giggle, but somehow, knowing you, it makes a strange sense. I have no idea why.
If it comes to you, let me know. *giggle*
T is Dean, in the manly bravado/rock music/"look at me, I'm awesome"/physically tough/joie de vivre kind of way. And W is so much more like Sam, with the geeky/smart/snarky/passive-aggressiveness. And they call each other names and randomly pound on each other (as most loving brothers do), and I could barely stop giggling long enough to tell them that they need to watch SPN.
I <3 my brothers.
I had fun too :D
Something Wicked was summer reading for the worst English class I ever had, so I have a bit of a bias against it, sadly :(