Dec. 17th, 2005

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Everything's ready for my checkout, except the unplugging and packing up of my laptop, which won't happen until about five minutes before Christian shows up. My flight leaves Sea-Tac at 3:45 and since, wonder of wonders, it's a direct flight, I'll be back in L.A. at 7:25. Then dinner and home to my cozy little room.

Love to everyone!
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Curled up at Sea-Tac with borrowed wireless. We stopped at Metro/Queen Anne for lunch and so I have a pound of garlic mashed potatoes in my possession. I also bought my first bottle of wine, a Hogue vineyard late harvest Riesling. Many, many thanks go out to [livejournal.com profile] just_danceit and [livejournal.com profile] akumakei for driving me to the aeroport.

I'm going to burn a couple of CDS for when my laptop battery dies, so I can use my CD player. I should be here for another hour and a half or so, so anyone who wants to IM me or whatever is welcome....
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How did I end up on the baby flight? There have to be about thirty children under the age of 12 in line for this flight. And they're crying. One feels like saying to them "Please be quiet so the other passengers don't try to kill you..." Oh, well...At least I don't have to change planes, so I can choose my quiet corner and then stay there. Previous information about the direct nature of this flight was misleading, however I still don't have to change planes, so that's lovely.
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Home, safe and sound. We went to El Torito for dinner and I had a peach margarita, my first legal drink. Too much tequila, not enough peach. :p May possibly have learned that I just don't like tequila. Now settled in bed. And may be asleep soonish, after all, they expect me to up and...functional tomorrow morning.
Family gave me champagne glasses, a cork replacer, and an articulated corkscrew for the birthday.

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I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

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