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ysobelleI think I may have to instigate a new rule for myself: no posting to the Wench board when I'm tired. I get very snarky.
Anyway, tonight was the second night in a row I went out and got my social on. I am astonished. And I went out Thursday, too. What on earth is wrong with me? Who is this strange woman in my skin? Good gracious. Last night, it was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snugglyevil and a lovely evening at The Artful Dodger, followed by a stroll on South Street, followed by-- WOOT!-- crafts night at Tattooed Mom's. I made a corset pennant. It died. I was sad.
Tonight, I was supposed to head out in the late afternoon to hang about with a rather downsterling2905. We spoke about 3, I should have been out about 4, but there was the tail end of a Doctor Who Series 1 marathon on SciFi, so I was somewhat glued. I dithered< I dallied, but finally was ready about 5 or so. I went to walk the dog, just got to the sidewalk outside the parking lot, and CRASH!
A young girl-- some indeterminate age between eleven and fifteen-- was very still, half-standing, half sprawled, over her crashed bike. She was still in that, "This is gonna hurt even more in a minute" way. I stared a moment, and started over, by which time she was examining a brand-new, I presume, hole in her jeans. Ow. I asked if she needed help, and she just looked at me and nodded. I took a look. Yup. Very bloody knee.
So I ran back into the house with Clue, who I can only imagine was VERY confused, and VERY annoyed, as she really did have to go out. Threw stuff around the bathroom (I have to get organised. REEEALLY.), and ran back out with some rudimentary med supplies. By the time I go back, she was sitting there with her jeans leg rolled up, very calm and collected. Oh, that poor knee. She had very, very dark skin, and the bright pink, half-dollar size patch where the skin used to be was rather gruesomely vivid-- especially since it'd started to bleed in earnest.
She was an absolute trouper. Two of her friends arrived on their own bikes and stood there, a sympathetically hissing Greek chorus, while I poured peroxide over the nasty scrape. She herself didn't even flinch. Her jeans had saved her from getting too much dirt in, thankfully, so it wasn't too dirty, but it did foam right up. I gave her some antibiotic ointment and let her dab it on herself-- and she didn't even flinch. And then I put some bandages on it, loosely, to keep it covered, but not rub when she walked. She was great.
Patched up, and at least not too bloody, her friends helped her up, the little boy firmly announcing he'd push her bike for her. I wished them all luck, and off they went-- rather slower, and quite carefully. I gathered up the pile of medical waste I'd made, and went to dump it, thinking of Mitzvot and karma and selfishness and altruism. By the time I got Clue emptied, at last, they had made it down to the far end of the block. By the time I got to the car, they had gone.
Dinner withsterling2905 was absolutely lovely. She's just come to the end of the road with a relationship. The male in question was extremely stupid and passive-aggressive, and caused double the pain he could have. Asses will be kicked. But tonight, we went to Charlie Brown's, and visited with Matt for much of our dinner. Both food and company was quite yummy. After a quick spin through Barnes & Noble-- where I am wickedly delighted to report sterling2905, who hadn't wanted to go at all, spent more than I did!-- we repaired to her apartment, where I quickly and efficiently, to my delight and surprise, mocked up a toile of a bodice for her upcoming Italian gown. It felt absolutely blissful to do it, and do it well. I had nothing but some old fabric, some pins, and a pair of scissors-- all borrowed, all spontaneous. No pattern. No paper. Just me and my brain. And it worked.
And damn. I just realised I never let her know I got home safely. Er.
The only downer of the night is that I just did a websearch on this place: http://www.sanandaspiritualcenter.com/ , from whence I ordered an ankh pendant to replace the one I lost at Fling. It's been almost two weeks now, and I've heard nothing. I've emailed and called. Nothing. And, sadly, Googling their name brings up several consumer complaints about-- sigh-- people sending money and never getting their goods. I'll contact PayPal tomorrow, and probably my bank, but I'm highly annoyed. I should have known better.
Well...bed. Tomorrow, there is much work to be done, and trying to find a wayward corset for the lovelymstarfire. As soon as I figure out where it's gotten to, I'll make a full report.
Anyway, tonight was the second night in a row I went out and got my social on. I am astonished. And I went out Thursday, too. What on earth is wrong with me? Who is this strange woman in my skin? Good gracious. Last night, it was
snugglyevil and a lovely evening at The Artful Dodger, followed by a stroll on South Street, followed by-- WOOT!-- crafts night at Tattooed Mom's. I made a corset pennant. It died. I was sad.Tonight, I was supposed to head out in the late afternoon to hang about with a rather down
sterling2905. We spoke about 3, I should have been out about 4, but there was the tail end of a Doctor Who Series 1 marathon on SciFi, so I was somewhat glued. I dithered< I dallied, but finally was ready about 5 or so. I went to walk the dog, just got to the sidewalk outside the parking lot, and CRASH! A young girl-- some indeterminate age between eleven and fifteen-- was very still, half-standing, half sprawled, over her crashed bike. She was still in that, "This is gonna hurt even more in a minute" way. I stared a moment, and started over, by which time she was examining a brand-new, I presume, hole in her jeans. Ow. I asked if she needed help, and she just looked at me and nodded. I took a look. Yup. Very bloody knee.
So I ran back into the house with Clue, who I can only imagine was VERY confused, and VERY annoyed, as she really did have to go out. Threw stuff around the bathroom (I have to get organised. REEEALLY.), and ran back out with some rudimentary med supplies. By the time I go back, she was sitting there with her jeans leg rolled up, very calm and collected. Oh, that poor knee. She had very, very dark skin, and the bright pink, half-dollar size patch where the skin used to be was rather gruesomely vivid-- especially since it'd started to bleed in earnest.
She was an absolute trouper. Two of her friends arrived on their own bikes and stood there, a sympathetically hissing Greek chorus, while I poured peroxide over the nasty scrape. She herself didn't even flinch. Her jeans had saved her from getting too much dirt in, thankfully, so it wasn't too dirty, but it did foam right up. I gave her some antibiotic ointment and let her dab it on herself-- and she didn't even flinch. And then I put some bandages on it, loosely, to keep it covered, but not rub when she walked. She was great.
Patched up, and at least not too bloody, her friends helped her up, the little boy firmly announcing he'd push her bike for her. I wished them all luck, and off they went-- rather slower, and quite carefully. I gathered up the pile of medical waste I'd made, and went to dump it, thinking of Mitzvot and karma and selfishness and altruism. By the time I got Clue emptied, at last, they had made it down to the far end of the block. By the time I got to the car, they had gone.
Dinner with
sterling2905 was absolutely lovely. She's just come to the end of the road with a relationship. The male in question was extremely stupid and passive-aggressive, and caused double the pain he could have. Asses will be kicked. But tonight, we went to Charlie Brown's, and visited with Matt for much of our dinner. Both food and company was quite yummy. After a quick spin through Barnes & Noble-- where I am wickedly delighted to report sterling2905, who hadn't wanted to go at all, spent more than I did!-- we repaired to her apartment, where I quickly and efficiently, to my delight and surprise, mocked up a toile of a bodice for her upcoming Italian gown. It felt absolutely blissful to do it, and do it well. I had nothing but some old fabric, some pins, and a pair of scissors-- all borrowed, all spontaneous. No pattern. No paper. Just me and my brain. And it worked.And damn. I just realised I never let her know I got home safely. Er.
The only downer of the night is that I just did a websearch on this place: http://www.sanandaspiritualcenter.com/ , from whence I ordered an ankh pendant to replace the one I lost at Fling. It's been almost two weeks now, and I've heard nothing. I've emailed and called. Nothing. And, sadly, Googling their name brings up several consumer complaints about-- sigh-- people sending money and never getting their goods. I'll contact PayPal tomorrow, and probably my bank, but I'm highly annoyed. I should have known better.
Well...bed. Tomorrow, there is much work to be done, and trying to find a wayward corset for the lovely
mstarfire. As soon as I figure out where it's gotten to, I'll make a full report.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2008-07-15 07:39 am (UTC)E-mail me. :D
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Date: 2008-07-15 02:10 pm (UTC)