*points thumbs at self* THIS cat!
Jan. 5th, 2003 02:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeI have a tummy which is very full and is kind of hurty. This evening, a veritable pack of us travelled to a Moroccan eatery called "Casablanca", in Delaware. Wee Ninja was supposed to be in attendance, but she never showed up. This causes me worry, as the last communication from her was "I'm leaving right now!"
The interior of this place was just simply amazing. I want my home to look like that, with many ruby red pillows and tapestry couches and huge, hanging brass lamps with twinkling coloured glass. No hookah pipes to be found (as Delaware is completely non smoking in public now), but my house would have one or two.
Five or six courses of food? I didn't eat the couscous, as I'm not down with that. Especially when there are chick peas involved. "Cheggis" as my mother has called them my entire life, though I've never met another individual who uses that term. Eating with out fingers, no utensils available, quite savage. But, very enjoyable.
I was full of decadence and smiles. Giggling with Stefanie and Justin is a pleasure I haven't had for so long, so I stock up on it when I am able. She and I got into each other's heads far too many times, which caused more laughter.
Driving and driving and trance beats and dark skies. I could have gone on at this all night. Bellydancers and the Engineer being coerced into joining them. I miss my zills. I should dig them out of their hibernation.
What were you saying about knowing how to bellydance, Tara?
I was saying that I do not dance in public. Ever.
At least, not without a bottle of wine ingested. For fortitude. And courage.
I'm still smiley and glowey from New Year's Eve, as chemical induced as it was. Thee Pumpkin Girl made a grand connection this evening of equating those substances to a reset button, and how she feels more centered after doing it. I agree completely. I feel reset. More at ease and on track. My knitting grows in leaps and bounds, soon I'll have to learn how to bind off.
Stomach hurty, still. Ow.
I shall take a lavender bath and read.
The interior of this place was just simply amazing. I want my home to look like that, with many ruby red pillows and tapestry couches and huge, hanging brass lamps with twinkling coloured glass. No hookah pipes to be found (as Delaware is completely non smoking in public now), but my house would have one or two.
Five or six courses of food? I didn't eat the couscous, as I'm not down with that. Especially when there are chick peas involved. "Cheggis" as my mother has called them my entire life, though I've never met another individual who uses that term. Eating with out fingers, no utensils available, quite savage. But, very enjoyable.
I was full of decadence and smiles. Giggling with Stefanie and Justin is a pleasure I haven't had for so long, so I stock up on it when I am able. She and I got into each other's heads far too many times, which caused more laughter.
Driving and driving and trance beats and dark skies. I could have gone on at this all night. Bellydancers and the Engineer being coerced into joining them. I miss my zills. I should dig them out of their hibernation.
What were you saying about knowing how to bellydance, Tara?
I was saying that I do not dance in public. Ever.
At least, not without a bottle of wine ingested. For fortitude. And courage.
I'm still smiley and glowey from New Year's Eve, as chemical induced as it was. Thee Pumpkin Girl made a grand connection this evening of equating those substances to a reset button, and how she feels more centered after doing it. I agree completely. I feel reset. More at ease and on track. My knitting grows in leaps and bounds, soon I'll have to learn how to bind off.
Stomach hurty, still. Ow.
I shall take a lavender bath and read.
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Date: 2003-01-05 11:17 am (UTC)