So I didn't go to sleep on Friday night, after all. I blame nashaya_rin
The Saturday meeting with buoy
was zomgsoawesomeIhavenowords. Would have been even more so if I was actually even half lucid, but I think by the end of it I was mentally wasted as I had massively overestimated my social grace. -_-||| We also possibly traumatized a lot of people, and I don't intend to return to certain establishments soon (or ever). At the coffee place I was going on (and on and on...) about the EPIC LURVE that is K/S and caught the undiluted horror on the face of the guy sitting across from me. (It's true. We probably destroyed his childhood.)
Caught a wedding in St. Patrick's Cathedral...was actually not impressed from the viewpoint of an onlooker. It was too much of an impersonal spectacle, with people coming in and going like that. The visit to St. Bartholomew was a lot more peaceful. Oh and I finally did something worse than what miss_rumor
did at St. Patrick's. I probably should be ashamed.
As far as Transfiguration goes, no_detective
gave us a lot of things to think about. We were very excited (complete with the flailing and hand hearts.) After she left buoy
and I went to have our usual bubble tea
to map out the upcoming chapters, then briefly went cloth shopping (Don't Ask).
Dinner was at Pho 23 (which buoy
did not like, so I totally failed on restaurants yesterday...and just then I realized it was ran by Koreans...what the hell are Koreans doing selling pho, I have no idea). After that we went to a comics shop which had cool things including figurines of Mirror!Universe TOS characters. Alas, buoy
missed her train.
Lent The Price of the Phoenix
out. Started to read Call Me By Your Name
by Andre Aciman on the train home. Got home at about 9:30. Almost immediately crashed. Woke up this morning at 11:30 with a budding headache (and the requisite Very Disturbing Dream). Oh what the hell....
More or less finished Call Me By Your Name
this afternoon despite the persisting headache. I say "more or less", though it's definitely less because I skipped a considerable amount of pages in the middle. Nevertheless, it is beautifully written, and parts of it struck a cord within me. I can't review it at the moment because I haven't had time to really think about it (or even read it in full), but after the last page I had the urge to play Shibata Jun's Tonari no Heya
今も尚 あなたに逢える日を 数えるように動いています
あの人のもとへ行ったまま 戻らなかったあの日からずっとあなたを待ちくたびれ 時に流されて生きています
the small watch that you gave me
engraves the time with a sound full of sorrow
even now, it moves as if counting
towards the day I'd be able to meet you again
from the day, when you went away to that person
and never returnedI've been going through with my life while waiting for you
letting myself be carried by the current of years