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Jan. 16th, 2006
Jenn and Charlotte's combined birthday weekend was a quiet one.
Friday night, Adam and I left Charlotte's and went home.
On Saturday, there was a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
By Sunday, there was no longer a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
Dear Jo: Four shots of Chartreuse are your limit. Thank you. Love, your liver.
(However, I apparently make a very fun drunk. Considering this was the first time in my life I was legitimately, completely, totally trashed drunk on the floor laughing like everything was funny. Because it was. Then. Yeah.)
However, my husband did not fare so well. He lost track of his shots. Silly silly boy. Poor poor silly still drunk in the morning boy.
Me, I had my first hangover, congratulate me and call me stupid.
I had not meant to spend the entire evening and night sleeping away the dizziness. Billy was going to come get me, and take me, Charlotte and Jenn to the movies. Ooops. But I realized I'd make up for it on Sunday and Monday by spending time with the birthday girls.
Sunday afternoon, Billy came and got me while Adam was still curled up in bed groaning. I spent Sunday with my girls, a quiet, pleasant Sunday with my girls, hydrating carefully and eating things like mozzarella sticks and garlic bread and drinking V8, all of which tasted lovely to me at that point. They just shook their heads and laughed, but I laughed more. It really was funny, it was. Poor sweet pure innocent Jo, with a hangover. From Chartreuse. Oh, my.
Charlotte wanted me to stay the night, as Adam would still be recovering. So after a while, I declared sleepytime, and Charlotte made up the couch for me, and I slept while the three cats chased each other like maniacs all over the house.
Monday morning, I called Adam so he could come over and get the LCD projector he had lent Billy. We decided that Adam would drop Jenn off at the metro, and then I would accompany him on his business trip to Harrisonburg, VA, to set up a dinner conference with the LCD projector. (Yes, he is fine)
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TODAY, JENN!
Friday night, Adam and I left Charlotte's and went home.
On Saturday, there was a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
By Sunday, there was no longer a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
Dear Jo: Four shots of Chartreuse are your limit. Thank you. Love, your liver.
(However, I apparently make a very fun drunk. Considering this was the first time in my life I was legitimately, completely, totally trashed drunk on the floor laughing like everything was funny. Because it was. Then. Yeah.)
However, my husband did not fare so well. He lost track of his shots. Silly silly boy. Poor poor silly still drunk in the morning boy.
Me, I had my first hangover, congratulate me and call me stupid.
I had not meant to spend the entire evening and night sleeping away the dizziness. Billy was going to come get me, and take me, Charlotte and Jenn to the movies. Ooops. But I realized I'd make up for it on Sunday and Monday by spending time with the birthday girls.
Sunday afternoon, Billy came and got me while Adam was still curled up in bed groaning. I spent Sunday with my girls, a quiet, pleasant Sunday with my girls, hydrating carefully and eating things like mozzarella sticks and garlic bread and drinking V8, all of which tasted lovely to me at that point. They just shook their heads and laughed, but I laughed more. It really was funny, it was. Poor sweet pure innocent Jo, with a hangover. From Chartreuse. Oh, my.
Charlotte wanted me to stay the night, as Adam would still be recovering. So after a while, I declared sleepytime, and Charlotte made up the couch for me, and I slept while the three cats chased each other like maniacs all over the house.
Monday morning, I called Adam so he could come over and get the LCD projector he had lent Billy. We decided that Adam would drop Jenn off at the metro, and then I would accompany him on his business trip to Harrisonburg, VA, to set up a dinner conference with the LCD projector. (Yes, he is fine)
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TODAY, JENN!
Jenn and Charlotte's combined birthday weekend was a quiet one.
Friday night, Adam and I left Charlotte's and went home.
On Saturday, there was a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
By Sunday, there was no longer a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
Dear Jo: Four shots of Chartreuse are your limit. Thank you. Love, your liver.
(However, I apparently make a very fun drunk. Considering this was the first time in my life I was legitimately, completely, totally trashed drunk on the floor laughing like everything was funny. Because it was. Then. Yeah.)
However, my husband did not fare so well. He lost track of his shots. Silly silly boy. Poor poor silly still drunk in the morning boy.
Me, I had my first hangover, congratulate me and call me stupid.
I had not meant to spend the entire evening and night sleeping away the dizziness. Billy was going to come get me, and take me, Charlotte and Jenn to the movies. Ooops. But I realized I'd make up for it on Sunday and Monday by spending time with the birthday girls.
Sunday afternoon, Billy came and got me while Adam was still curled up in bed groaning. I spent Sunday with my girls, a quiet, pleasant Sunday with my girls, hydrating carefully and eating things like mozzarella sticks and garlic bread and drinking V8, all of which tasted lovely to me at that point. They just shook their heads and laughed, but I laughed more. It really was funny, it was. Poor sweet pure innocent Jo, with a hangover. From Chartreuse. Oh, my.
Charlotte wanted me to stay the night, as Adam would still be recovering. So after a while, I declared sleepytime, and Charlotte made up the couch for me, and I slept while the three cats chased each other like maniacs all over the house.
Monday morning, I called Adam so he could come over and get the LCD projector he had lent Billy. We decided that Adam would drop Jenn off at the metro, and then I would accompany him on his business trip to Harrisonburg, VA, to set up a dinner conference with the LCD projector. (Yes, he is fine)
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TODAY, JENN!
Friday night, Adam and I left Charlotte's and went home.
On Saturday, there was a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
By Sunday, there was no longer a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
Dear Jo: Four shots of Chartreuse are your limit. Thank you. Love, your liver.
(However, I apparently make a very fun drunk. Considering this was the first time in my life I was legitimately, completely, totally trashed drunk on the floor laughing like everything was funny. Because it was. Then. Yeah.)
However, my husband did not fare so well. He lost track of his shots. Silly silly boy. Poor poor silly still drunk in the morning boy.
Me, I had my first hangover, congratulate me and call me stupid.
I had not meant to spend the entire evening and night sleeping away the dizziness. Billy was going to come get me, and take me, Charlotte and Jenn to the movies. Ooops. But I realized I'd make up for it on Sunday and Monday by spending time with the birthday girls.
Sunday afternoon, Billy came and got me while Adam was still curled up in bed groaning. I spent Sunday with my girls, a quiet, pleasant Sunday with my girls, hydrating carefully and eating things like mozzarella sticks and garlic bread and drinking V8, all of which tasted lovely to me at that point. They just shook their heads and laughed, but I laughed more. It really was funny, it was. Poor sweet pure innocent Jo, with a hangover. From Chartreuse. Oh, my.
Charlotte wanted me to stay the night, as Adam would still be recovering. So after a while, I declared sleepytime, and Charlotte made up the couch for me, and I slept while the three cats chased each other like maniacs all over the house.
Monday morning, I called Adam so he could come over and get the LCD projector he had lent Billy. We decided that Adam would drop Jenn off at the metro, and then I would accompany him on his business trip to Harrisonburg, VA, to set up a dinner conference with the LCD projector. (Yes, he is fine)
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TODAY, JENN!
Jenn and Charlotte's combined birthday weekend was a quiet one.
Friday night, Adam and I left Charlotte's and went home.
On Saturday, there was a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
By Sunday, there was no longer a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
Dear Jo: Four shots of Chartreuse are your limit. Thank you. Love, your liver.
(However, I apparently make a very fun drunk. Considering this was the first time in my life I was legitimately, completely, totally trashed drunk on the floor laughing like everything was funny. Because it was. Then. Yeah.)
However, my husband did not fare so well. He lost track of his shots. Silly silly boy. Poor poor silly still drunk in the morning boy.
Me, I had my first hangover, congratulate me and call me stupid.
I had not meant to spend the entire evening and night sleeping away the dizziness. Billy was going to come get me, and take me, Charlotte and Jenn to the movies. Ooops. But I realized I'd make up for it on Sunday and Monday by spending time with the birthday girls.
Sunday afternoon, Billy came and got me while Adam was still curled up in bed groaning. I spent Sunday with my girls, a quiet, pleasant Sunday with my girls, hydrating carefully and eating things like mozzarella sticks and garlic bread and drinking V8, all of which tasted lovely to me at that point. They just shook their heads and laughed, but I laughed more. It really was funny, it was. Poor sweet pure innocent Jo, with a hangover. From Chartreuse. Oh, my.
Charlotte wanted me to stay the night, as Adam would still be recovering. So after a while, I declared sleepytime, and Charlotte made up the couch for me, and I slept while the three cats chased each other like maniacs all over the house.
Monday morning, I called Adam so he could come over and get the LCD projector he had lent Billy. We decided that Adam would drop Jenn off at the metro, and then I would accompany him on his business trip to Harrisonburg, VA, to set up a dinner conference with the LCD projector. (Yes, he is fine)
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TODAY, JENN!
Friday night, Adam and I left Charlotte's and went home.
On Saturday, there was a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
By Sunday, there was no longer a bottle of Chartreuse in the house.
Dear Jo: Four shots of Chartreuse are your limit. Thank you. Love, your liver.
(However, I apparently make a very fun drunk. Considering this was the first time in my life I was legitimately, completely, totally trashed drunk on the floor laughing like everything was funny. Because it was. Then. Yeah.)
However, my husband did not fare so well. He lost track of his shots. Silly silly boy. Poor poor silly still drunk in the morning boy.
Me, I had my first hangover, congratulate me and call me stupid.
I had not meant to spend the entire evening and night sleeping away the dizziness. Billy was going to come get me, and take me, Charlotte and Jenn to the movies. Ooops. But I realized I'd make up for it on Sunday and Monday by spending time with the birthday girls.
Sunday afternoon, Billy came and got me while Adam was still curled up in bed groaning. I spent Sunday with my girls, a quiet, pleasant Sunday with my girls, hydrating carefully and eating things like mozzarella sticks and garlic bread and drinking V8, all of which tasted lovely to me at that point. They just shook their heads and laughed, but I laughed more. It really was funny, it was. Poor sweet pure innocent Jo, with a hangover. From Chartreuse. Oh, my.
Charlotte wanted me to stay the night, as Adam would still be recovering. So after a while, I declared sleepytime, and Charlotte made up the couch for me, and I slept while the three cats chased each other like maniacs all over the house.
Monday morning, I called Adam so he could come over and get the LCD projector he had lent Billy. We decided that Adam would drop Jenn off at the metro, and then I would accompany him on his business trip to Harrisonburg, VA, to set up a dinner conference with the LCD projector. (Yes, he is fine)
And HAPPY BIRTHDAY TODAY, JENN!
...and cave spelunking after
Jan. 16th, 2006 11:46 pmAlong the way to Harrisonburg, Adam and I passed through the Shenandoah Valley with the Blue Ridge Mountains glowing in the distance... a place I have never been, where I drank magic like wine through the air. Power is very different in the west. It is the Mother in all her force. It's the earth telling you that you are home. I breathed the cleanest, sweetest air I have breathed since Sedona, Arizona. And this was better than Sedona.
The west is my home more than anywhere has ever been my home. That will only make sense if you know what I am talking about.
And as we passed the Valley, we came upon the famous Luray Caverns.
And we decided, we have three hours to kill. Sure, why not?
I have never been in a cave before.
Luray cannot be done justice through words and pictures. It is truly an alien thing, being able to walk down into the earth and feel it breathe and see the formations hanging. It is another planet, this world below our planet, shapes and things I cannot describe because it will take me days to comprehend the incredible massive beauty of one of the most beautiful caverns in the world. But I will try, later.
The stalactites make music. Literally. Decades ago someone had set up an organ in the "Cathedral Room" of the cave, and hammers lightly strike stalactites around the hall and they sing.
You can hear the earth sing.
Go to Luray. Seriously, go.
Afterwards, we finished the trip into Harrisonburg. We arrived at the little Italian restaurant where Adam was to set up the equipment. I continued my reading of Laurell K. Hamilton's Incubus Dreams in the car. After the conference, I helped him break everything down, and we drove the two hours back home. It was ten-thirty before we walked in the door.
I don't know what fascinated me more: Shenandoah's pure power, or Luray's sheer fantasy...
The west is my home more than anywhere has ever been my home. That will only make sense if you know what I am talking about.
And as we passed the Valley, we came upon the famous Luray Caverns.
And we decided, we have three hours to kill. Sure, why not?
I have never been in a cave before.
Luray cannot be done justice through words and pictures. It is truly an alien thing, being able to walk down into the earth and feel it breathe and see the formations hanging. It is another planet, this world below our planet, shapes and things I cannot describe because it will take me days to comprehend the incredible massive beauty of one of the most beautiful caverns in the world. But I will try, later.
The stalactites make music. Literally. Decades ago someone had set up an organ in the "Cathedral Room" of the cave, and hammers lightly strike stalactites around the hall and they sing.
You can hear the earth sing.
Go to Luray. Seriously, go.
Afterwards, we finished the trip into Harrisonburg. We arrived at the little Italian restaurant where Adam was to set up the equipment. I continued my reading of Laurell K. Hamilton's Incubus Dreams in the car. After the conference, I helped him break everything down, and we drove the two hours back home. It was ten-thirty before we walked in the door.
I don't know what fascinated me more: Shenandoah's pure power, or Luray's sheer fantasy...
...and cave spelunking after
Jan. 16th, 2006 11:46 pmAlong the way to Harrisonburg, Adam and I passed through the Shenandoah Valley with the Blue Ridge Mountains glowing in the distance... a place I have never been, where I drank magic like wine through the air. Power is very different in the west. It is the Mother in all her force. It's the earth telling you that you are home. I breathed the cleanest, sweetest air I have breathed since Sedona, Arizona. And this was better than Sedona.
The west is my home more than anywhere has ever been my home. That will only make sense if you know what I am talking about.
And as we passed the Valley, we came upon the famous Luray Caverns.
And we decided, we have three hours to kill. Sure, why not?
I have never been in a cave before.
Luray cannot be done justice through words and pictures. It is truly an alien thing, being able to walk down into the earth and feel it breathe and see the formations hanging. It is another planet, this world below our planet, shapes and things I cannot describe because it will take me days to comprehend the incredible massive beauty of one of the most beautiful caverns in the world. But I will try, later.
The stalactites make music. Literally. Decades ago someone had set up an organ in the "Cathedral Room" of the cave, and hammers lightly strike stalactites around the hall and they sing.
You can hear the earth sing.
Go to Luray. Seriously, go.
Afterwards, we finished the trip into Harrisonburg. We arrived at the little Italian restaurant where Adam was to set up the equipment. I continued my reading of Laurell K. Hamilton's Incubus Dreams in the car. After the conference, I helped him break everything down, and we drove the two hours back home. It was ten-thirty before we walked in the door.
I don't know what fascinated me more: Shenandoah's pure power, or Luray's sheer fantasy...
The west is my home more than anywhere has ever been my home. That will only make sense if you know what I am talking about.
And as we passed the Valley, we came upon the famous Luray Caverns.
And we decided, we have three hours to kill. Sure, why not?
I have never been in a cave before.
Luray cannot be done justice through words and pictures. It is truly an alien thing, being able to walk down into the earth and feel it breathe and see the formations hanging. It is another planet, this world below our planet, shapes and things I cannot describe because it will take me days to comprehend the incredible massive beauty of one of the most beautiful caverns in the world. But I will try, later.
The stalactites make music. Literally. Decades ago someone had set up an organ in the "Cathedral Room" of the cave, and hammers lightly strike stalactites around the hall and they sing.
You can hear the earth sing.
Go to Luray. Seriously, go.
Afterwards, we finished the trip into Harrisonburg. We arrived at the little Italian restaurant where Adam was to set up the equipment. I continued my reading of Laurell K. Hamilton's Incubus Dreams in the car. After the conference, I helped him break everything down, and we drove the two hours back home. It was ten-thirty before we walked in the door.
I don't know what fascinated me more: Shenandoah's pure power, or Luray's sheer fantasy...
...and cave spelunking after
Jan. 16th, 2006 11:46 pmAlong the way to Harrisonburg, Adam and I passed through the Shenandoah Valley with the Blue Ridge Mountains glowing in the distance... a place I have never been, where I drank magic like wine through the air. Power is very different in the west. It is the Mother in all her force. It's the earth telling you that you are home. I breathed the cleanest, sweetest air I have breathed since Sedona, Arizona. And this was better than Sedona.
The west is my home more than anywhere has ever been my home. That will only make sense if you know what I am talking about.
And as we passed the Valley, we came upon the famous Luray Caverns.
And we decided, we have three hours to kill. Sure, why not?
I have never been in a cave before.
Luray cannot be done justice through words and pictures. It is truly an alien thing, being able to walk down into the earth and feel it breathe and see the formations hanging. It is another planet, this world below our planet, shapes and things I cannot describe because it will take me days to comprehend the incredible massive beauty of one of the most beautiful caverns in the world. But I will try, later.
The stalactites make music. Literally. Decades ago someone had set up an organ in the "Cathedral Room" of the cave, and hammers lightly strike stalactites around the hall and they sing.
You can hear the earth sing.
Go to Luray. Seriously, go.
Afterwards, we finished the trip into Harrisonburg. We arrived at the little Italian restaurant where Adam was to set up the equipment. I continued my reading of Laurell K. Hamilton's Incubus Dreams in the car. After the conference, I helped him break everything down, and we drove the two hours back home. It was ten-thirty before we walked in the door.
I don't know what fascinated me more: Shenandoah's pure power, or Luray's sheer fantasy...
The west is my home more than anywhere has ever been my home. That will only make sense if you know what I am talking about.
And as we passed the Valley, we came upon the famous Luray Caverns.
And we decided, we have three hours to kill. Sure, why not?
I have never been in a cave before.
Luray cannot be done justice through words and pictures. It is truly an alien thing, being able to walk down into the earth and feel it breathe and see the formations hanging. It is another planet, this world below our planet, shapes and things I cannot describe because it will take me days to comprehend the incredible massive beauty of one of the most beautiful caverns in the world. But I will try, later.
The stalactites make music. Literally. Decades ago someone had set up an organ in the "Cathedral Room" of the cave, and hammers lightly strike stalactites around the hall and they sing.
You can hear the earth sing.
Go to Luray. Seriously, go.
Afterwards, we finished the trip into Harrisonburg. We arrived at the little Italian restaurant where Adam was to set up the equipment. I continued my reading of Laurell K. Hamilton's Incubus Dreams in the car. After the conference, I helped him break everything down, and we drove the two hours back home. It was ten-thirty before we walked in the door.
I don't know what fascinated me more: Shenandoah's pure power, or Luray's sheer fantasy...