This weekend turned busier than planned.
Oct. 22nd, 2018 11:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madbakerSaturday morning we got a last-minute invitation from Trish; she and Rachael were heading up to SF to celebrate Trish's birthday. We've been friends with Trish for a very long time. (She gave me my PoG, which means even more to me because she was the one who bestowed it.) So even though we had plans around the house, we scrapped those and took the bus to the other side of the city to do touristy things.
We met them at Ghirardelli and had tasty ice cream sundaes. (I think Mr. & Mrs. Miscellaneous is much better, but Ghirardelli is good mainstream ice cream.) Then we walked to Pier 39 for crab sandwiches (again, tasty) and through the Musee Mechanique, which I had never been to. Being a Saturday it was too loud and crowded to actually hear Laughing Sal. Oh well. One of the machines titled "Song of the Prairie" showed a few guys with a Conestoga wagon sitting around a campfire. It had a prominent warning - "Do not play if easily offended." So of course we had to try it. We were all wondering what the offensive bits would be; I thought there would be a "savage Indian raid" or something.
Nope. Massive farting noises as the seated figures rocked back and forth on their chairs. We dissolved in laughter.
After that we walked to a bar at Fort Mason, The Interval. It's got a library/coffeeshop vibe but it has seriously good cocktails. (They have a limited program where if you donate $1500 to the Long Now foundation, you get a bulb of custom bourbon, single malt, or gin hung for you from the ceiling. Cool but way out of my price range, obviously.) After that we walked over to the Marina for dinner. The wife and I headed home and the others kept going. We were glad we spent time with Trish and helped her have a good day, but I was pretty done.
Sunday I had to drive a couple hours each way to deal with gate at an SCA equestrian event. I threw on a tunic over my jeans and sneakers (I really wasn't making any effort, because why bother much when I wasn't participating), did my job, and drove back home.
It was our turn for the homeowners' meeting and knowing that I had a long drive, I had scheduled easy dinner: pasta all'amatriciana. But once home I just couldn't. I was out of... well, everything. I told the neighbors I had to cancel and I just stayed in the bedroom and read for the rest of the evening. I didn't want any socializing, company, or any braining whatsoever. The wife was very understanding about this.
There's probably a burnout lesson here that I need to heed for the next eight months. My tolerance is lower than I realized. Either of the two days would have been fine, but both was too much to accomplish anything else.
We met them at Ghirardelli and had tasty ice cream sundaes. (I think Mr. & Mrs. Miscellaneous is much better, but Ghirardelli is good mainstream ice cream.) Then we walked to Pier 39 for crab sandwiches (again, tasty) and through the Musee Mechanique, which I had never been to. Being a Saturday it was too loud and crowded to actually hear Laughing Sal. Oh well. One of the machines titled "Song of the Prairie" showed a few guys with a Conestoga wagon sitting around a campfire. It had a prominent warning - "Do not play if easily offended." So of course we had to try it. We were all wondering what the offensive bits would be; I thought there would be a "savage Indian raid" or something.
Nope. Massive farting noises as the seated figures rocked back and forth on their chairs. We dissolved in laughter.
After that we walked to a bar at Fort Mason, The Interval. It's got a library/coffeeshop vibe but it has seriously good cocktails. (They have a limited program where if you donate $1500 to the Long Now foundation, you get a bulb of custom bourbon, single malt, or gin hung for you from the ceiling. Cool but way out of my price range, obviously.) After that we walked over to the Marina for dinner. The wife and I headed home and the others kept going. We were glad we spent time with Trish and helped her have a good day, but I was pretty done.
Sunday I had to drive a couple hours each way to deal with gate at an SCA equestrian event. I threw on a tunic over my jeans and sneakers (I really wasn't making any effort, because why bother much when I wasn't participating), did my job, and drove back home.
It was our turn for the homeowners' meeting and knowing that I had a long drive, I had scheduled easy dinner: pasta all'amatriciana. But once home I just couldn't. I was out of... well, everything. I told the neighbors I had to cancel and I just stayed in the bedroom and read for the rest of the evening. I didn't want any socializing, company, or any braining whatsoever. The wife was very understanding about this.
There's probably a burnout lesson here that I need to heed for the next eight months. My tolerance is lower than I realized. Either of the two days would have been fine, but both was too much to accomplish anything else.
glad you liked The Interval
Date: 2018-10-22 07:14 pm (UTC)I drag folks in there whenever I can simply because the cocktails *are* wonderful... and I volunteer for their events on a regular basis (both the big Long Now talks at the Jazz Center and the little ones at the Interval).