Birthday report
Oct. 9th, 2004 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartWell, well. It was a busy day, even though the only party happened virtually, on Edhellond. Now that all drunk Elves have been laid to rest (including Lindir, after he tried to play his new piece on a tennis racket, mistaking it for his lute), all Dwarves relocated to the basement with the last barrel of ale and Elladan and Boromir got a room in the hotel in the neighborhood, I can sit down and count my blessings.
I went to the fitness studio at 8 a. m. - yes, on a Saturday and on my birthday, I'm a masochist, I know - and collected all the compliments from the girls there about how much weight I've lost during the last four months.
Then I came home to check my e-mail, collect all the birthday wishes and wash my hair, because Mum and I decided to go out and have dinner at a restaurant. So I had to look nice, you see. For that purpose, I decided to be brave and try getting into The Good Dress (TM). And lo! *gasp* I actually could put it on, without holding my breath, I could sit down in it without pain and even looked presentably. I guess I have lost quite some weight, after all, and the girls weren't just being nice.
All right, we left for the restaurant and decided to be generous to ourselves (Mum was paying, after all *g*), so when she discovered calf's foot on the menu, she jumped at it. Unfortunately, we haven't realized that it'd practically be nothing but fat and skin. Poor Mum very nearly got sick after about the third bite. I was so sorry for her, she likes calf meat very much (unlike me), and than the disappointment... And it wasn't even cheap!
After that, we had to go to a café to eat some cake, of course. We didn't bake anything at home this year, as we haven't invited any guests, and neither of us needs to get fat again. We just caught the last two pieces of my favourite cake there, so it made us feel better about the whole thing.
Then we came home again, watched some fake court shows on German TV - it's a shared vice of us - and I watched Voyager reruns after that. I've missed Season 7 during the first run, and I'm getting the distinct feeling that it wasn't such a big loss. Natural Law wouldn't have been such a bad episode - Chakotay even got an important part in it - if it hadn't been done ad nauseam before, among others in Stargate-SG1.
So I returned to cyberlife again, which caused the flat being overrun by Elves and Dwarves (as there was no food, the Hobbits skipped the party) and Boromir as the honourary guest. It's a good thing that Mum has no access to that particular dimension where the party was taking place - she'd have got the shock of her life.
During the short time while I was checking my e-mail again and collecting some more birthday wishes, the Elves got into the miruvor - and they can't hold it as well as they think about themselves. Erestor was very dignified - he always stops speaking when drunk - but Lindir got a little.. erm... frisky and had to be distracted by said tennis racket several times. It's a funny thing, but he can sing to imaginary music just as sweetly as to real one.
Anyway, one of the Dwarves dared Legolas to try their ale... with disastrous results. For the rest of the evening, he was staggering around the place, explaining everyone in at least half a dozen different languages that he is not a blonde bimbo, not a girl and so not interested in Aragorn/Boromir/Elrond/the twins/Haldir and/or his brothers/Éomer/Gandalf... insert character of your choice. He also emphatically repeated that he is not Orlando Bloom, whom he does respect greatly, but he is just not him, thank you very much.
Someone happened to notice that he did not include Gimli in the above mentioned list, which resulted in much teasing from the side of the Elves (although Thranduil glared daggers at them) and in lots of raunchy jokes from the side of the Dwarves, which made even Gimli blush (although it was hard to notice, under all that facial hair). Of course, Gimli blushing made the Dwarves even more inspired, until Bombur passed out... which was the moment when they decided that the basement would be the best place to countinue their own private celebration.
At this point Elladan and Boromir weren't seeing and hearing anything else but each other (after having consumed an impressive amount of Dorwinion red in a cozy little corner) and had become misty eyes in the process. So Thranduil decided to get them a room - we had already known that His Majesty was hacking into websites in his spare time to make crash the ones where evil!Thranduil fics are posted, but I never realized he could use the phone as well - and when he was at it already, he collected Legolas, too, threw filius over his shoulder and left with the two crazy love birds. Erestor and Lindir decided that Mum's double bed would do for them nicely, and the other Elves just fel asleep scattered around the flat, where they were.
A very good thing that in this dimension I don't have to do the washing up, indeed. Next time I might try my luck with the Star Trek crowd... a party with aliens should be interesting, too.
All in all, it was a quiet and pleasant birthday, and Mum has recovered from her lunch experience in the meantime. Maybe I'm getting older, but the virtual party with the Elves and Dwarves was enough, I didn't even want a real one.
I went to the fitness studio at 8 a. m. - yes, on a Saturday and on my birthday, I'm a masochist, I know - and collected all the compliments from the girls there about how much weight I've lost during the last four months.
Then I came home to check my e-mail, collect all the birthday wishes and wash my hair, because Mum and I decided to go out and have dinner at a restaurant. So I had to look nice, you see. For that purpose, I decided to be brave and try getting into The Good Dress (TM). And lo! *gasp* I actually could put it on, without holding my breath, I could sit down in it without pain and even looked presentably. I guess I have lost quite some weight, after all, and the girls weren't just being nice.
All right, we left for the restaurant and decided to be generous to ourselves (Mum was paying, after all *g*), so when she discovered calf's foot on the menu, she jumped at it. Unfortunately, we haven't realized that it'd practically be nothing but fat and skin. Poor Mum very nearly got sick after about the third bite. I was so sorry for her, she likes calf meat very much (unlike me), and than the disappointment... And it wasn't even cheap!
After that, we had to go to a café to eat some cake, of course. We didn't bake anything at home this year, as we haven't invited any guests, and neither of us needs to get fat again. We just caught the last two pieces of my favourite cake there, so it made us feel better about the whole thing.
Then we came home again, watched some fake court shows on German TV - it's a shared vice of us - and I watched Voyager reruns after that. I've missed Season 7 during the first run, and I'm getting the distinct feeling that it wasn't such a big loss. Natural Law wouldn't have been such a bad episode - Chakotay even got an important part in it - if it hadn't been done ad nauseam before, among others in Stargate-SG1.
So I returned to cyberlife again, which caused the flat being overrun by Elves and Dwarves (as there was no food, the Hobbits skipped the party) and Boromir as the honourary guest. It's a good thing that Mum has no access to that particular dimension where the party was taking place - she'd have got the shock of her life.
During the short time while I was checking my e-mail again and collecting some more birthday wishes, the Elves got into the miruvor - and they can't hold it as well as they think about themselves. Erestor was very dignified - he always stops speaking when drunk - but Lindir got a little.. erm... frisky and had to be distracted by said tennis racket several times. It's a funny thing, but he can sing to imaginary music just as sweetly as to real one.
Anyway, one of the Dwarves dared Legolas to try their ale... with disastrous results. For the rest of the evening, he was staggering around the place, explaining everyone in at least half a dozen different languages that he is not a blonde bimbo, not a girl and so not interested in Aragorn/Boromir/Elrond/the twins/Haldir and/or his brothers/Éomer/Gandalf... insert character of your choice. He also emphatically repeated that he is not Orlando Bloom, whom he does respect greatly, but he is just not him, thank you very much.
Someone happened to notice that he did not include Gimli in the above mentioned list, which resulted in much teasing from the side of the Elves (although Thranduil glared daggers at them) and in lots of raunchy jokes from the side of the Dwarves, which made even Gimli blush (although it was hard to notice, under all that facial hair). Of course, Gimli blushing made the Dwarves even more inspired, until Bombur passed out... which was the moment when they decided that the basement would be the best place to countinue their own private celebration.
At this point Elladan and Boromir weren't seeing and hearing anything else but each other (after having consumed an impressive amount of Dorwinion red in a cozy little corner) and had become misty eyes in the process. So Thranduil decided to get them a room - we had already known that His Majesty was hacking into websites in his spare time to make crash the ones where evil!Thranduil fics are posted, but I never realized he could use the phone as well - and when he was at it already, he collected Legolas, too, threw filius over his shoulder and left with the two crazy love birds. Erestor and Lindir decided that Mum's double bed would do for them nicely, and the other Elves just fel asleep scattered around the flat, where they were.
A very good thing that in this dimension I don't have to do the washing up, indeed. Next time I might try my luck with the Star Trek crowd... a party with aliens should be interesting, too.
All in all, it was a quiet and pleasant birthday, and Mum has recovered from her lunch experience in the meantime. Maybe I'm getting older, but the virtual party with the Elves and Dwarves was enough, I didn't even want a real one.
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Date: 2004-10-09 04:23 pm (UTC)Happy Birthday again, Soledad!
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Date: 2004-10-09 07:42 pm (UTC)And although it has passed in your time zone and mine, Jasta says Thranduil says it's still her b-day and yours, so: Happy Birthday, once again!
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