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Home Again
Jan. 2nd, 2013 08:25 pmAnd thank GOD.
I was joking when I left that I would go into withdrawal from tumblr and slash.....but I did. Bad. I ended up looking at the cached posts on my phone half a dozen times. (If you missed that post: I left on the 29th to stay bike to a hotel with my boyfriend for a night, and then biked to some cabins in a state park with some cyclist friends for three more nights). When we stopped in Banks for Chinese food on the way back I pulled out my phone and checked my email and proceeded to eat lunch while reading a new one-shot story by bendingsignpost. (Hnnnng it was good.)
On the upside, I did get halfway through a paperback of ACD stories. (Good lord, Watson, you clearly worship the ground Holmes walks on. How does your wife not get jealous? You even stay over at Baker Street all the damn time!) I also rode my bike a bunch, sat in a soaking pool, hiked in some snowy woods, played Cards Against Humanity twice (including one game of four people where we used up all the black cards), played Ticket to Ride twice (and won my very first time playing it!), spent most of the weekend wearing a TARDIS hat, drank a lot of whiskey and beer, chatted around a campfire....you get the idea.
I keep forgetting to whom I've sent links to slash. I forgot Heidi was one of them. I can't even remember how it came up in conversation, but I told her "Oh, the author of A Cure for Boredom just wrote the scene where that dude gives John a blow job from Sherlock's POV," and she actually flailed and said "OH MY GOD REALLY?!?!" And she is not a fangirl. At all. I also found out another friend of mine has seen Sherlock "an embarrassing number of times" and I was like, "uh...so....we should talk."
Two of the nights I fell asleep listening to Cabin Pressure. Or rather, I put on my headphones and started Cabin Pressure, thinking to myself that I wasn't that tired, only to drift off into a doze within about ten minutes and spend the next several hours wavering in and out of consciousness (mostly out) as an entire season of Cabin Pressure played. I'm pretty sure it gave me some odd dreams but I don't remember them. And usually when I woke up all the way with a start it was when the music would begin for the credits.
I was so good when I got home. I got right in the shower, and when I was done I emptied my panniers and put the dishes in the dishwasher and the leftover food away and the dirty clothes in the basket and cleared up a bunch of the mess I made packing up, so that I could get on the laptop and tumblr/LJ away to my little heart's content.
Which I plan to do. Starting RIGHT NOW. Awwwwwww yissss.
I was joking when I left that I would go into withdrawal from tumblr and slash.....but I did. Bad. I ended up looking at the cached posts on my phone half a dozen times. (If you missed that post: I left on the 29th to stay bike to a hotel with my boyfriend for a night, and then biked to some cabins in a state park with some cyclist friends for three more nights). When we stopped in Banks for Chinese food on the way back I pulled out my phone and checked my email and proceeded to eat lunch while reading a new one-shot story by bendingsignpost. (Hnnnng it was good.)
On the upside, I did get halfway through a paperback of ACD stories. (Good lord, Watson, you clearly worship the ground Holmes walks on. How does your wife not get jealous? You even stay over at Baker Street all the damn time!) I also rode my bike a bunch, sat in a soaking pool, hiked in some snowy woods, played Cards Against Humanity twice (including one game of four people where we used up all the black cards), played Ticket to Ride twice (and won my very first time playing it!), spent most of the weekend wearing a TARDIS hat, drank a lot of whiskey and beer, chatted around a campfire....you get the idea.
I keep forgetting to whom I've sent links to slash. I forgot Heidi was one of them. I can't even remember how it came up in conversation, but I told her "Oh, the author of A Cure for Boredom just wrote the scene where that dude gives John a blow job from Sherlock's POV," and she actually flailed and said "OH MY GOD REALLY?!?!" And she is not a fangirl. At all. I also found out another friend of mine has seen Sherlock "an embarrassing number of times" and I was like, "uh...so....we should talk."
Two of the nights I fell asleep listening to Cabin Pressure. Or rather, I put on my headphones and started Cabin Pressure, thinking to myself that I wasn't that tired, only to drift off into a doze within about ten minutes and spend the next several hours wavering in and out of consciousness (mostly out) as an entire season of Cabin Pressure played. I'm pretty sure it gave me some odd dreams but I don't remember them. And usually when I woke up all the way with a start it was when the music would begin for the credits.
I was so good when I got home. I got right in the shower, and when I was done I emptied my panniers and put the dishes in the dishwasher and the leftover food away and the dirty clothes in the basket and cleared up a bunch of the mess I made packing up, so that I could get on the laptop and tumblr/LJ away to my little heart's content.
Which I plan to do. Starting RIGHT NOW. Awwwwwww yissss.
