Halloween Exploits with Kristin

I am home again. I spent Saturday and Sunday see­ing Grandmother to the air­port — or, rather, this was the offi­cial task. My ulte­rior task was to claim Kristin’s last week­end of free­dom before her new job began today.

Mission accom­plished.

Saturday was spent craft­ing (ShrinkyDink and knit­ting) and com­ment­ing films (Thoroughly Modern Millie and Knight’s Tale).

How to Break Kristin’s Mom’s Plates:
1) Teach Kristin the Mom-Samurai method of cast­ing knit stitches.
2) Casually men­tion that Leewit had chewed on the yarn Kristin is knit­ting.
3) Observe Kristin squeal “LORIEN!?!” and throw the yarn and nee­dles.
4) Giggle hys­ter­i­cally. Bonus points for hav­ing laryn­gi­tis and being unable to actu­ally laugh.
5) Attempt to run to the bath­room to wipe run­ning eye­liner.
6) Trip on tray hold­ing dessert plates.

Sunday was spent watch­ing the Scarlet Pimpernel (I must now read the actual books), watch­ing Kristin obsess over the cloak she was sewing for her brother, forc­ing Kelly to out­line, snap­ping Michael’s rub­ber bands, impromptu cos­tume dec­o­ra­tion and hav­ing late night tea and cheesecake.

Kristin and I nagged each other into dress­ing up before leav­ing for evening tea… Kristin had her RennFest cos­tumes on hand, and the fam­ily impro­vised and found all sorts of things to throw at me. Kristin offered the idea, Kelly pro­vided the glit­ter, the sign and the twist­ing of wire on the back of my head, Kristin’s mother offered all sorts of things for a wand and such… and it con­tin­ued. Kristin’s prop was absolutely fab­u­lous — she went as the Evil Queen from Snow White, and took a bas­ket of apples with a well phrased note of warn­ing against inges­tion. I was the Fairy GodMother Under Cover: makeup, hair, wand, nor­mal clothes. Much fun was had.

I love Kristin quite dearly, y’know, and this is a very easy method of let­ting her know with­out risk­ing too much mush and sar­cas­tic dis­com­fort. She’s an excel­lent friend and encour­age­ment, and I’m exceed­ingly proud of how she han­dles set­backs and moves onward. I’m more dom­i­neer­ing with her than I am with most of my friends — I think this is because I trust that she’ll kick me if I get over the top. Although, she was rather slow with the kick­ing when I auto­mat­i­cally took her lap­top when it locked up on her. I at least deserved a toe-stomping. I am, truly, work­ing on a proper title for addi­tion to her resume.

Right, I left her house at just about mid­night (suit­able for an under­cover fairy god­mother, yes?) and head­ing home to Springfield… only to find that the rain not only cov­ered the entire west side of our State, but that it grew worse as I headed south. I was also more tired than I expected. I dozed off two or three times, that I know of, and at one point almost stopped in the mid­dle of the high­way. Three lights along the way glared with the water to make a col­umn of light and shadow in the mid­dle of the road, and in my dazy state I thought some­one was stand­ing there. I fig­ured out rather quickly that I just needed to get to Clinton (the halfway point). I made it to Clinton, missed my exist, dou­bled around and slept for a cou­ple of hours in a Walmart park­ing lot. My cell phone alarm went off at the appointed time, I got up and drove the rest of the trip. I made it back here at 4:37am. Settled Grandmother’s pets in her house, brought Leewit over to the house from my apart­ment (I’m stay­ing in the house while Grandmother is in Kenya), stud­ied for my Spanish test and went to school.

I took my test, when to Latin Govt. class… and I did intend to go to my Art History course. Really. and then I passed by the book sale in Strong. The History Department’s book sale. History books, quirky books, scifi/fantasy books, 6 for $1.
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I only bought 13, mind you. This is supe­rior to the 30some I bought at the last Longview book sale. I can always take them to ABC books for credit, too. Yeah, I know. Whatever.

I buy my books and real­ize that it’s twenty min­utes after class was to start.

So I skipped both it and Shakespeare and came home.