Events of the Weekend
The eight AnimalAid kittens graduated this week; AnimalAid told me to take them to Carbondale and Southern Hills on Thursday but I was so tired from work and feeling ill on top of it that I wasn't up for driving them across town...so I called both clinics, told them I'd have the kittens out there the next day, and they both said that would be fine. So on Friday my darling drove for me, and we took the first four out to Carbondale across the river, then took the remainder to Southern Hills. I walk into Southern Hills and the vet is at the front desk; she tells me quite abruptly that although they had room for the kittens yesterday, they are now full up and they'll have to call AnimalAid. I had a negative impression of her from a prior encounter, and now I'm convinced. She seems to be one of those "vets are God" types. We wound up reuniting these four with the others already at Carbondale, where they were quite pleasant and friendly.
Since we were already on that side of town, we stopped in at Jason's mother's house, where she had me remove a suture from her shoulder that was left-over from her shoulder surgery. Also visited briefly with Shaun and tried to get him to go out with us, but he was all schmoopy and tired.
Went to dinner at India Palace...that was a mixed experience. We were seated quickly, the lighting was pleasantly low with candles on all the tables, and they took our order quickly. The waiters were well dressed and moved with smooth clean efficiency that was a pleasure to watch. The neverending cup of chai was lovely and refills poured with a flourish. So we sat and watched the waiters, and drank chai and watched the waiters and drank chai...for ages. When they finally brought the food out, his was cold, mine was wrong, and they'd left off our garlic naan. So we nibbled on his food while waiting for my order and the naan. Finally got my lamb vindaloo, and it was steaming hot and incredibly spicy. Never did get the naan though. So I think I'd like to give India Palace another chance, and hope that it was just a one-time glitch.
Saturday morning we went to the Akdar Shrine circus with a coworker and her hubby. Hordes of screaming sticky children (one of them got lost in the middle ring and I was tempted to claim her and sell her on theh black-market adoption circuit 'coz she was blonde). The animal acts were fairly entertaining, particularly the elephants who did headstands and pirouettes and played dead and sat pretty. Also amusing were the bear on the rocking horse, the mini-horses doing figure-eights between the camel's legs, and the dog act in general...high jumps, low jumps, and one dog who came through and deliberately pawed each jump over and stepped delicately through them, as well as the little Rat Terrier who rode up to the top of an eight foot pole and then jumped into a landing pad held by his handler.
I needed a new bra to wear under my boobies shirt (which is both tight and thin), so stopped at Victoria's Secret on the way home where they measured me at a D-cup (WTF? I thought I was a small C) and sold me on the most boobilicious bra I've ever owned, and where I got five pairs of knickers with the cutest little Labrador logo.
Came home, added new planks to the fence where Shady's been getting out and restored the hotwire which has been down since the windstorm way way back last fall. The occasional yelp from the backyard reassures me that the dogs are getting re-educated to electric.
Saturday night, Jason emerged from his self-imposed social seclusion and we went to Exctinction Gallery, proving conclusively that I'm completely unlike almost everyone he knows. The people were pleasant and friendly, but I clearly have a totally different culture, upbringing, and wardrobe. Oh well; I was joyously inebriated and quite content to sit quietly and observe the attendees. In particular I enjoyed chatting with Pops and seeing Shaun's consternation when the very dishy and very gay guy kept coming over and talking with him. :-D We left when somebody Jason was trying to avoid showed up, but I think he might go back again; it seemed like his friends were very glad to see him out and about.
There was a beautiful and very sweet young male pet bull loiting around Shaun's apartment when we went to pick him up; Shaun said the dog had been hanging around all day. We went on to the club, and the dog was gone when we got back, so I hope somebody with kind intentions took him in. He was entirely too friendly to deserve a bad end.
This morning was lovely sex, then rehearsal where there was nobody else but Lisa (She did like her new Magenta wig that I got though), so we hit the grocery store and came home. Jason is making a lovely big rosemary beef roast now.
Sherwood has evinced a preference for plush toys; he shakes and kills them over and over again, but so far has not actually shredded one, unlike Shady who gets her thrills from pinning them down and pulling them to pieces (which is why she doesn't get them anymore).