choco_frosh | Realm: Journalistik - Subrealm: Sovay visits (Reply)

sovay emailed me late last Monday night, to ask whether she could crash on my floor on Wednesday or Thursday. This was, as she acknowledged, rather shoort notice; but we had nothing else going on. Well, aside from the fact that I was getting a new desk. Which would go in the room with our fold out couch. And that someone else was taking my old desk. All of this would have made life a little more complicated in any case, but then there was the extra flibble that the desk-seller was moving out 24 hours before the desk taker was going to come by. Hence, for a portion of that period, we would have to cram two desks, a coffee table, a folded-out sofabed, and a

sovay into our extremely tiny back bedroom! We somehow managed it, by cramming the table and the desk supplies into the closet and... well, it was complicated. But we managed.

Naturally, she ended up coming in on Thursday. Much of Thursday I spent wondering when. "Early afternoon", she'd told me on the phone from the train. I interpreted this as some time by 2; she meant around 2:30, leading me to refelct on the question of "When does mid-afternoon begin?" (Of which more later). But having arrived, been driven from the station by the noble

wind05, and fed, she spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out with us: viz., me,

straussmonster,

wind05, and assorted others. We didn't do much, aside from go into the Babylonian Collectiopn on a false pretence and listen to a certain video game character sing opera. (Ahem). But it gave us a chance to get caught up (on vial issues like "You have a beard!"), and have random conversations, which for most of us was the whole point.
For dinner, we were planning on meeting up with

chriscrick and Bobbi (who appears to have forgiven me for getting us stuck in traffic last week...) to clean out the HGS Kitchen. Now, this may not seem a very attractive proposition. In the manner of institutional facilities, the HGS kitchen is used by many, cleaned by few. Imagine ProHaus, only worse. And the burners were of that charming type which I remember from

osirisbrisbanes's first abode: flush with the top of the stove, allowing things to burn onto them the more easily. How do I know this? Well, I cleaned 'em.
It was actually kind of fun, in a communal, masochistic kind of way. (

chriscrick's beer helped.) They were all going to have pizza (once they persuaded the self-cleaning oven to open), but they hadn't brought enough for interlopers.

sovay,

wind05 and I opted for Thai, though we joined the rest for ice cream and gossip once they were able to move again.

sovay headed down to the Met the next day, but opted to crash on our couch one last time rather than drag her luggage around New York all day and then try to get back to Boston. At least by that point there was only one desk, so things were a bit less chaotic. (The coffee table stayed in the closet) So her departure was even more delayed than her arrival: which was nice, in that we got to hang out with her some more, and she got to actually see Grace, who'd been out for dinner with some imaginary friends on Thursday.
But that's about it for excitement around here. I am still applying for jobs (though the cool Environmental Studies internship people are at least supposed to tell me tomorrow if they're not hiring me). I still have to figure out what I'm going to say about fifteenth-century litigation, and whether I need to make another map to illustrate the use of Constance's grain measures. So wish me luck!