Pirates, witches and France.

This past weekend was nutty. I think I tried to fit too many things in, but I had a blast. Today I’m tired and dizzy, but I think I’ve narrowed the dizziness down to allergies, so I’m pretty okay with it. Anyway.

The Moonlight-watching party was a success. We made steak and goat cheese mashed potatoes and stuffed ourselves and then watched TV and then I kind of rolled myself home, feeling a lot like my Mom’s cat, who is too fat to get up onto the couch without help. And Jennie and I plotted our trip to France in 2009, when we will go to a comic book convention and then sightsee and I will hopefully get back some of that French speaking skill I’ve lost since the last time I was in France. I spent a decent bit of this morning on the internet, researching TGV ticket prices, so we can possibly fit in another country during the week or so we’ll be in Europe.

Saturday the husband went off to do his thing and Jennie and I went to the Little 5 Points Halloween parade, which was not as much fun as all the people dressed up to watch the parade (ourselves included). We hoped to see our favorite Jack Sparrow, but instead saw our favorite Kilt Guy and the Photo Gnome, neither of whom saw us. We went and got sushi and beer afterward, because I was dressed like this:

And since I was dressed like a pirate, I thought I needed beer. It follows, I think.

Beer?

Certainly.

And Jennie had her flying monkey, which is a stand-in for the real flying monkey I’m sure she’ll have some day:

Maybe these ladies can help:

Fabulous.

It was an excellent parade, all in all.

The next day we went to church for St Luke’s Day, then went home and took a nap, and then the Chicken Goddess came to see the bells (the husband is a towel bell ringer). She seemed much impressed, as she stayed for several hours and got to see a group of English ringers ring all ten of the bells (which is rare).

After the Chicken Goddess left, we went to Netherworld and scared ourselves and then to a diner for dinner with Jennie and some friends of hers (who really ought to hang out with us more since they are Cool People). I did the thing I usually do with haunted houses; that is, I was so good at not being scared that I was not scared and then the haunted house was not as fun as it might have been. It is all my fault.

And amongst all that craziness, we bought the cat a hat what looks like a chicken:

He was very patient, but if he could talk he’d say, “if only I had thumbs…”

Little to no knitting was accomplished, but I’m an arm and an ear away from finishing the stuffed bear, and I’m ready to turn the heel on my ladybug jaywalker socks. More on that when it’s more interesting…

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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2 Responses to Pirates, witches and France.

  1. Marmadyth says:

    ****GIGGLE******

  2. This is the Chickengoddess, and I approve of this hat.

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