Saturdays bring banged up knees

...and not for the same reasons that many of you filthy-minded perverts are probably thinking of.

We went to the Pagan Pride festival on Saturday. Couldn't have asked for a better day for it, either. Beautiful, clear-skied, slightly breezy, and not so fucking hot that it made me want to kill myself. In fact, it was quite cool out, even in the sun.

I swanned around with my black umbrella, ate a soft pretzel and a very lovely cheese (sprayed from a can!) and sauerkraut kielbasa sandwich, took several naps on a sun-dappled blanket, poked the Engineer for touching me with his feet, and fell in a pile of rocks in a drywash.

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Yeah. I kind of fell off my shoes again. Or rather, I lost my footing while walking across a riverbed drywash and then fell off my shoes. With both legs folded under me, nonetheless. Rowan and the Engineer both tried to catch me, but I was already down. In a pile of stones. Bare legs. Yeah. My left leg now sports a truly impressive set of scrapes, the likes of which I haven't seen since when I was in fourth grade and did a header over the handlebars of my bike.

I cleaned it off with springwater at the festival and sacrificed several napkins to the cause. Later, after we'd gone home, I cleaned the whole mess out with liberal splashings of peroxide and dabs of Neosporin. I, with the enormous pain tolerance that allows me to sleep through tattoo sessions, was thumping my fist against the bathroom counter and stringing together words of profanity that even I didn't know I knew. It sucked. A lot. Then I iced it, which helped the swelling go down, but didn't do much for the aching.

I've been limping around all weekend, as a result. And me being me, I didn't take it easy today and, instead, decided to clean the whole apartment. I insist that this is actually a show of determination, grit, and hardiness, rather than any kind of indication of lacking in intelligence.

Last night, the Engineer and I watched Who the fuck is Jackson Pollack?, which was a grand documentary about an old woman finding a supposed Pollack painting in a thrift store for five dollars. Tonight, we're making plans to go to Colestown cemetary to try to watch the Perseid shower. Hopefully, the weather will remain as it currently is and the skies will be clear so that we'll actually be able to see some of them. Years ago, when we first started dating, we bundled up and laid out back behind his parents' house to watch a Leonid shower, which was awesome and amazing. The sky was completely clear and there was no moon visible, but it was fucking February and we froze our asses off.

Currently, my plans are listening to more Mazzy Star and making dinner. At the same time! O, watch me death defy!

Oh, PEE ESS:
Last night, we also watched Ghost Rider, which was hilarious. At one point, I had made a comment about how someone's shadow was all demonic looking when they themselves were perfectly human-shaped. Wackiness ensues.

me: I'd like it if my shadow did that. Rawr, here comes Tara and her demon shadow! It would be awesome.
the Engineer: It would then show your true form as a demon.
me: Are you calling me a demon? You are!
the Engineer: Actually, if your shadow reveals your true form, yours would be Hello Kitty.
me: a DEMONIC HELLO KITTY!
the Engineer: No, just Hello Kitty.

g-d meteor showers

Back home from our jaunt to the cemetary. No meteors were spotted, on my part. The Engineer saw two. I saw a satellite, though!

So now I sit here, with a steaming mug of mouse tea for Charlie.

Another conversation from last night, which I forgot until just now:

me: that guy playing the head demon is completely hot.

the Engineer: who's he?

me: he was in American Beauty. The boy with the video camera? Hot damn. I had a big crush on him in that role and now it's even worse. He was all intense and slightly creepy in that role and now he's all pale and weird looking, playing a hot demon in a trenchcoat? Come to momma!

the Engineer: you're bizarre.

me: Combine those two roles and I would have chased the shit out of him in high school. Socially awkward and weird demon boy in a trench? Come to think of, I probably already dated him.