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August 20, 2000
Sickly, pitiful me...
I am so not feeling well. It's very sudden -- I was fine until about three o'clock, when my stomach decided to stage a revolt. I had some stir-fried tofu and vegetables, and I doubt that's what triggered it... I was lying on my bed feeling sickly, watching TV with Smoke snuggled up at my side, when she apparently became briefly possessed and took a huge bite out of my hand, drawing blood. So now my stomach and my hand hurt. Sigh.
I had an entry all planned, but I think I'm going to be brief and go back to bed. Maybe I just had too much fun this weekend -- Dana and I went to The Common Ground in Allston Friday night after work. We had both had a stressful few days, and figured food and drink were in order. One of her roommaes and several of her friends were there, so we sat and flirted with the boys (and made them buy us drinks and give us cigarettes) for a few hous, until I had to leave or risk missing the last train home. It was great fun -- all of her friends are nice, and they're the sort of people I can flirt with completely safely, with no worries that they'll misinterpret it as anything more than just fun.
Saturday I loafed around until noon or so, then got ready for a lawn party at a coworker's house. I had been invited to lots of her parties in the past, but had never gone because Barry would never go, and would sulk if I planned to go without him. There were only a few people there that I knew, which was probably good for me -- I need to get out and meet people. Everyone I met was very friendly, there was lots to eat, and lots to drink, and lots of groups of people to mingle amongst. We played wiffleball with one of the guest's kids for a while, until one of the hosts and his band set up and started to play surf music. I can't dance to save my life, but it was fun watching other people, in between wandering outside to chat and smoke. The party started at 4, so by 9:30 I was ready to head home. It took over an hour to get back to Chelsea, and when I got there, I discovered that our downstairs neighbors were having one hell of a party. They're moving out soon, and this was apparently a farewell blowout. Beth told me we'd been invited, but I was partied out, and they were leaving to meet some friends. It was incredibly loud for a while (I meanly hoped that it kept the next-door neighbors up, as payback for their dog annoying everyone on the block) but by midnight or so, they had turned the stereo down somewhat and moved the party to the front of the house, away from the bedrooms. By the time I was ready to go to sleep, at around one, I couldn't hear them in the bedroom at all. Nice of them, I thought.
I've got more to say, but I'm just not feeling well at all, so I'm going to go nap...
Posted by Mary Ellen at August 20, 2000 04:21 PM