Flutter, flutter, flutter

As I was walking to work Friday morning, I started thinking to mysef that I was going to have to start work on knitting a blue tank top. I mean, I didn't have any blue summer-weight shirts and I really should...

...and then I remembered Gigi. Oops! I figured this was a sign I should get working on her again, so I laid Hippo aside and did some stockinette. She's coming along, but I don't like the sleeves. they're a little drapy. I think I may just keep going and then graft the armpit a little tighter. Maybe Hol can give me some advice next week. As of right know I'm going to keep knitting around and around. After all, the only workout I'm getting these days is this exercise in futility.

Saturday morning I headed off to Knit Happens for the booksigning of Wendy's new book. Apparently she's already turned the corner on printing number 3 and is heading towards 4 in a fury. I couldn't be happier for her success. This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I was dubbed an FOW yesterday. Do we get membership cards? Discounts at KH? These are the important things that I need to know. Not that bragging rights isn't enough, mind you. I still don't feel I'm quite worthy of FOW status. Perhaps AOW is more my speed. I'm in apprenticeship to an FOW...

Last night was a rather disappointing tie v. FC Dallas; that one point allowed KC to re-take over first in the east. With rain sweeping through N. Alabama, there's no 'Dega news to report. Slow sports weekend all around.

The best news of the weekend is that Brian got back from Iraq on Thursday. B isn't anyone particularly special in my life - aside from a debilitating day in Sacramento - but I'm just glad to have him home safe. I met up with him and a few other people last night after the game for drinks. My fears about him attempting to break me again proved to be unfounded as it took him a couple of minutes to realize I was even at the bar. I suppose the emergency tonsilectomy he was performing on Tipper rightfully took all of his attention. Regardless, he's going to go take care of some business, head back to California briefly then plans to be back in D.C. permanently in June.

Stick, you're going to have to come up for the welcome home party. I'm not going through that alone.

Such is the life and times of a social butterfly - well, at least, the last weekend in April.

Tink is a four-letter word

I have unknit the heel shaping of freakin' freakin' Hippo more times than I can conveniently count. I have to run a lifelline as soon as I get it stabiliized, but it's driving me bonkers. Although, I have to say I tried it on at work today and it felt like buttah. The next headache will surely be when I realize I don't have quite enough yarn to finish the second one. The question then becomes, would I rather frog the entire sock and take some length off the leg or spend $20 on another skein of CTH? That debate will have to wait for another day.

Here we have Hippo nestled with CIC's second place prize from Tuesday's trivia night (check out M's blog for details and sample questions). Patrick definitely loves us - that's really all I have to say on the matter. If only the tshirt weren't for Tanqueray. *shudder* Gin and I had a falling out in 1990 and I've never looked back.

I took a page out of Holly's book and moseyed on over to my neighborhood Borders on my way home from work today, and this is what I turned up - Wendy's book! It's there on the left next to a couple of books by Debbie something or another. I'll be heading over to KH for the book-signing on Saturday afternoon.

The countdown to Maryland Sheep and Wool is on. A bunch of folks are going to caravan up, but they're leaving pretty early and I don't think my ride will want to hit the road at that hour. I'm afraid they know something we don't know though. At the very least, hopefully they'll leave us some Cormo - if only so I can fondle some and see what's so great about it.

I think it's time to shelve Hippo for a while and work on Gigi. I need to do a little more so I can see if I have to frog her, too.

For you, Yvonne

I can't take full responsibility for the contents - I do live with 3 other people:

Ooooooo United!

Happy birthday, pop! Okay, now that that's out of the way...

Went on my first DC United roadtrip since MLS Cup 04 today. Headed up the Turnpike to the Meadowlands for the 2nd of 4 DC/Scum meetings. The weather was a miserable 50ish degrees and rainy. The Barra, La Norte and the SEs took up 3 busloads in the rain and we weren't disappointed. We took the lead right before the half and never looked back - the 4-1 victory helped us warm up on the way home.

There was one other thing that made the trip, the pending cold and the loss of a full day of knitting worthwhile:

Yes, that would be Jaime Moreno's jersey. Yes, I did have to fight off several people for it. Yes, I probablly only got it b/c Brian let go (thank you Brian). After 10 years, this is my first ever, game-worn jersey.

Of course, now after standing in the rain and cold for countless hours, I can feel a cold creeping on. I never said I was bright.

It's All About the Booty

Not Ch-booty (although I do love the Ch-booty). Actually, we can discuss the booty for just a minute. The Ch-part of this booty belongs to Chad Knaus, crew chief for Jimmie Johnson, my li'l ol' NASCAR driver. Folks love him, folks hate him - I don't really get involved in the pissing matches, I have better things to do with my life.

Anywho, Pammy is really the one responsible for us choosing Jimmie as our driver. They share a birthday, you see. It's astrology - we really can't battle the solar system on this one.

Anyway, the interest started with Jimmie; the addiction started with Chad. The brains of the operation who - honestly - does push the boundaries a smidge further than NASCAR officials would really care for, but he's good at what he does. And has a fine Levi's-clad backside.

On the other hand, cube booty is what originally lead to that title. In a feeble attempt to make my sock photography interesting, I bring you 'Still life with Hippo and Cube Booty'* The lovely cross stitch, which mysteriously appeared in my office after a week's vacation, as you can see, is graced with flags, fireworks, crosses and hearts. Not that I'm against any of these things - I'm even pro Liberty and Freedom - but this entire cross stitch is just HEINOUS. If anyone wants it, just let me know, I'm more than happy to mail it to you.

Other items in the cube booty bounty include:
- my soccer-playing Tillamook stress cow from Santofer
- my Madrid bear
- a moose (in a sweater with moose on it) that I think also came from Santofer
- my posable doll from the Bahamas
- a scarab (?) carving from my boss's trip to Egypt
- my good luck 3-legged pig from my trip to Martha's Vineyard
- picture of me and my futurebabydaddy Zach (you didn't think Holly was the only one who stalked sports figures, did you?); and
- last and certainly not least, this TERRIFYING teddy bear in a white lace dress with gold lamé wings that, when you squeeze it, says in this very Talkie Tina voice, "I'm your guardian angel. I'm your special friend." I'm terrified of it, but I'm afraid to throw it away because it will somehow come back and attack me in my sleep.

* weirdness in the picture of the cross stitch; I guess the camera picked up all the little grids. It's not too bad once you click on it.

All KALs, all the time

After much struggling with my conscience (not to mention the zipper on my work bag) I decided that Gigi was too big to be my commuter project and invited Hippo back along for the ride. Got a couple of rows done on the Metro this morning. I think that's realy going to be the way to go. I haven't progressed much forther on Hippo - just passed halfway through the second repeat. It is awfully purty though.

I'm the first to acknowledge that I need remedial blog photography lessons. Although spring in DC is lovely, we don't have any pretty tulips or daffodils or even azaleas in our yard. I can just imagine trying to imagine to my neighbors why I'm standing in the middle of their yard with my sock in their flowerbed.

As I mentioned, I'm plugging along on Gigi, as well. According to my calculations, I have 6 rounds to go before I'm done with this portion of the the program. I don't feel like I can try it on until after I have the sleeves done, so that will be a major turning point. Did my mods work or am I stuck frogging two balls of lovely Cascade Sierra. Only time will tell.

I finally got off my butt to sign up for the roadtrip to the Meadowlands this weekend. I think I'm going to end up on a different bus from the gang that I know, so I think I'm going to have to take along some knitting. Hippo would be more convenient but I really want to keep hacking away at Gigi.

Pub quiz update: After briefly holding on to the top spot, Clueless in Clarendon fell to 2nd place tonight. SO close! Damn those Beatles questions!!!

Law & Order: Special Stalkers Unit

Docket number 3711.8

Plaintiff: Poor little old lady
Defendant: Holly

The charge*: stalking, assault, petty larceny

See, Hol and I went to the Caps last home game of the season tonight and at the end, the players gave their game-worn jerseys to select members of the crowd. This cute little old lady got herbabydaddy's jersey, much to Hol's dismay. After whimpering about it for a while, we left the arena to Metro home. When we got off at Pentagon City, the woman with herbabydaddy's jersey was right in front of us.

Have you ever had to physically restrain a friend from mugging a little ol' lady for a sweaty jersey? No? Well, you haven't lived. For the record, the Caps won, 6-4.

The rest of my weekend was tame by comparison. DCU took on the Dynamo and won 2-0 (go team go) and brunch at Joan's was fun and tasty (mmmm, more monkey bread).

As far as knitting goes, I'm about 8 repeats into a 17-repeat section on Gigi. I don't think it really looks any different than the last round of photos, so I'll spare you. My plan is to finish this section of Gigi before I dig up Kitty Pi.

The bad news here at Chateau Garfield is that seem to have a new four-legged friend, and NOT the good variety. I was doing dishes the other day and came across some little mousey droppings. I think he's made a couple of forays into my room and THAT gave me creeps enough to keep me up until 5:00 a.m. the other day.

* No, Holly wasn't really charged with roughing up Granny. Yes, I did have to restrain her through the Pentagon City metro station and the first story of the mall.

Rotate!

Everytime I think of that word as an exclamation, it reminds me of taking volleyball in middle-school gym class.

Anyway, I haven't touched Kitty Pi since Steph left on Sunday. I talked to her last night and apparently she's already DONE with her knitting and tucking in her ends - I think this weekend will be her felting experience. GO STEPH!

For the last three days, I've really been working on my Hippo. Isn't he coming along nicely? I'm halfway through the second repeat on the leg and decided that was a good place to stop. Having frogged him once before, I think I have a better sense of how to handle the YOs, etc.

Today I set Hippo aside, and picked Gigi back up for a couple of rounds. I'm done with the lace section and have moved on to the increases for the bust. The Green Gables KAL isn't set to start until May 1, but a number of us have already cast on so they may push the start date up a week or so. I don't know that it matters too much for me. I'll end up frogging her and starting again so it's not a big deal to me.

I just can't figure a way to make the lace look nice to photograph. I don't think I made any monumental mistakes. Here's a detail of the shoulder:

Last but not least, last night I went to KH for the Mason-Dixon Knitting book launch. I largely went just for the heck of it (and the Yarn Harlot's post intrigued me) and I'm so glad I did. Kay and Ann were lovely and there are a number of patterns in their book that have me intrigued to say the least.

The next four days are all very whirlwindy for me: BBQ and late drinks with Claire and Liz tomorrow; DCU v. ickpoo Houston Saturday and Easter brunch and knitting Sunday. Thank goodness I'm taking tomorrow as a mental health day.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

My patented self-portrait double-chin. Ain't it a beaut? Steph and I were exploring the inner-workings of the fabulous MetroBus system, bouncing our way back into midtown from the zoo last week, on our way to Alexandria.

We did quite a bit of pondering on our level of girliness, or lack thereof. She's way better off than I am. Despite spending ten bucks on new lip goo, I just think that in my mid-thirties, I'm still a tomboy at heart. I'm so much more comfortable in khakis and a tee shirt and a baseball hat than I am in cute shoes and makeup. I need a girly intervention.

And, in another fit of bad bloggerdom, I realized that I didn't take a picture of the groovy thanks-for-letting-me-spend-the-night-at-your-place present she brought me. I've never delved into the whole clog-making world but I may have to give it a go. It's a couple of skeins of Cascade 220 in a snazzy rust color and a couple of skeins of Noro Kureyon. I've bundled it all up safely for later use.

As for active knitting, yesterday I got through the first repeat of the Hippos, did the needle shift as prescribed and started to work my way around. Then I looked down and saw something that no knitter wants to see: a loop. A loop seven rows down. Not attched to anything. I looped a stitch holder through it and patiently tinked back to fix it. Finally got everything back under control around 2 a.m. I lost a full day of knitting but at least I'm back on track.

Igor doesn't want to talk about it.

Tonight a handful of us girls checked out Pub Quiz night at the new neighborhood Irish bar. We didn't do particularly well, but I think we're going to try again. They have Boddington's on tap so I'm happy (fish & chips wasn't very good though).

Alone at last

That definitely isn't to say that I didn't enjoy my 4-day visit with Steph, I really really did. It's actually more a comment on the fact that all three of my roommates are vacationing in California for the next week and there's nothing more precious than alone time when you live with three other people. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm not ensconced in my room, I'm just saying it's an option.

I took Friday off work and we headed to the National Zoo. Steph had never been and I hadn't been since new latest round of pandas. Tian Tian put on quite a performance, but we could never get a good view of Tai Shan. Here we have Mei Xiang (Mama) zonked out and Tai Shan doing something very important involving bamboo. Clearly we wouldn't understand.

It rained on and off all day, sometimes torrentially. We made a pretty thorough sweep. We checked out cheetahs (cubs and all), sloth bears, lions, tigers, seals and sea lions, gibbons, bald eagles, elephants, giraffes, and capybaras, to name a few.

After the zoo, we did a round of our friendly neighborhood yarn stores, got the goodies to start our personal Kitty Pi KAL and spent some quality time at Knit n' Nosh. Steph has definite LYS envy. And a little bit of public transportation, although I definitely could've stood to spend a little quality time in a car and out of the rain and wind this weekend.

At least Steph got to see DCU pull out a win despite the wind and rain. She's completely addicted to working on her catbed for Squeaker and Kasey (is it Kasey? Casey? KC? I've never been sure). The bed I'm making for Ms. Charlotte is coming along nicely, though I also finally got back to work on my Hippo socks. I kept twisting the cast on but finally I got to the point where I can start to see the pattern emerge.

So now I'm juggling Kitty Pi, Gigi and the Hippos. Of course it would make more sense to just concentrate on one of them, but that would make far too much sense and is clearly not part of my M.O. Tomorrow will be Hippo Day. I really need to make some progress. I'm getting more and more ashamed of myself as a KAL member and only having just cleared the cuff.

Devo's Got Nothin' on Me

When a problem comes along, you must rip it!
Rip it!
Rip it good!
Duh-nuh-nuh-nu'-nuh!

So, I'm sitting in my office getting ready to head out, and I printed out another copy of the Green Gables pattern to see if there was anyway at all I would be able to knit on it while at the free sneak preview of Lonesome Jim tonight. For some reason, I decided to actually READ the pattern this time around. As usual, nothing good ever comes of that.

What? No increases by my little green stitch marker? Oh, because it's in the middle of the back? Well, um, of course I wouldn't do 28 rounds of knitting putting an increase there - that would be ridiculous!

Um, excuse me, I just have to go check on some paint drying.

Frog...frog...frog...

*sigh*

Before and After

Before...

It's almost 2:00 p.m. EDT. Coverage just started for Martinsville but I have to leave the house in an hour and a half to head to RFK. Conflict at its finest.

Well, truth be told, it isn't MUCH of a conflict. It's the beginning of the 11th season of MLS and a DC United home opener, especially versus the archenemy, does take precedence over any televised race. Now, if it was up against me having tickets for Daytona or Charlotte or something...that's a whole other story.

Yesterday was spent on a whirlwind tour around Alexandria, visiting both S'water and KH. I don't even want to think about adding up the receipt totals. All I can say is I'd better get my refund check SOON! I cast on Green Gable this morning with Cascade Sierra in a blue-grey, and finally sucked up and got the Alpaca/Silk for the Somewhat Cowl, though it's somewhat further down on my list of projects to cast on. I also picked up smaller needles so I could get the Hippo-pomatomus socks on gauge.

I only just confessed this to myself yesterday, but I'm going to have to frog Thorn. All of it. It's just too stretchy. The vneck is just a smidge too stretchy. So since I have to pull it all out, I'm debating whether to make it sleeveless or not. I just don't know if I can bear to look at all that grass green again for a while.

...and After

Wow, we didn't play well at all. Managed to tie it up at 2 in the 2nd half and the game ended in a tie. There were a ton of Scum supporters that came down and good for them. We could get 1000 people to travel for free, too. It was great seeing Steph (and Jeff) today for the game. I don't know if Jeff had a good time or not; Steph is used to that kind of insanity. At the same time she's more than a little bitter about losing the Quakes to Houston. She'll still be around for Chivas next week, so she'll get to pack in a little more soccer into her spring.

Chimmie managed to hold on for third place at Martinsville and regained the point lead. I'll take it.

Still working on GG (henceforth known as Gigi), but I keep having to tink back in the lace section b/c I keep messing something up apparently. Math is hard.

Knitting ADD

I can't seem to focus on any of the 142 projects I seem to have adopted. I'm all twitchy looking for the yarn for Green Gable. I cast a swatch in the Cotton Fleece, but I'm not lovin' the feel, so I'm going to grab a skein of Cascade Sierra tomorrow and swatch that up and see what happens.

Then there are the Hippo socks. I got a new needle for them last night and now I have to do a swatch to make sure I get gauge so I don't have another debacle like the last attempt. I joined the Pomatomus KAL and now I feel like I really need to get moving on them so I don't start getting demerits. I don't want them to kick me out of the club.

Which leads us to MP. I'm just barely beyond the rib on the 2nd cuff and am on row 3 of the pattern. I don't want to completely drop them in a corner because I'm afraid I won't come back to them, and I'm sure Stick would like them eventually.

So, I think for the most part I'm going to work on starting GG and start on the Hippos. (Sorry Stick! I won't forget!). Tomorrow is going to be a whirlwind jaunt through Old Town to hit Springwater and KH, then off to watch the boys play with tools. I wonder if they'll have their tool belts out. Hmmm.

P.S. - Psst! This was my 100th post!

A frog, a hippo and a lemming walk into a bar

A frog...

I decided I have to frog the Pomatomus sock. My yarn overs are wonky and I tried to pull it over my chubby calf and it had to do some MAAAAAAAAAAAAAJOR stretching. I still love the yarn and the pattern but it just needs to be worked larger.

...a hippo...

So, as I said, I'm recasting on that sucker. I have to buy new needles; I don't have a size 2 circular. I also joined the Pomatomus KAL today, or at least sent the mail to join it. We'll see what happens.

...and a lemming...

When I was at Borders today, I picked up The DaVinci Code (it's finally out in paperback). I managed to resist it through all of the 30% off sales and the mini-clubs devoted to swearing this is the greatest book ever for as long as I could, but I finally just decided to throw my $7.99 at Mr. Brown and be done with it.6

...walk into a bar

Tonight was Bob Saget's twin's birthday din-din at Rio Grande. Mmmm, quesadillas and sopapillas. Had a SHIT day at work so the margarita-rocks-salt certainly helped get over the hump.

Lustful Thoughts

Years ago I fell in love. With a duvet cover. I was strolling through Bed, Bath and Beyond in Pentagon Centre and there it was. I'm not much of a flowery girl - quite the opposite for the most part really - but I HAD to have it. I didn't have the $60 or whatever ridiculous amount they were charging for essentially two sheets sewn together, but that didn't matter. I went to the store to VISIT the duvet cover.

Finally payday arrived and I scurried off to the mall to make it my very own. Now, I present to you, my spring duvet cover:

Oh yeah, I finished MP1, too.

They came from far and wide

...or at least they will this weekend. This Sunday is D.C. United's home opener against the New York-New Jersey MetroStars/MetroStars/New York RedBulls or whatever the heck they're being called this month. Apparently the MetroScum - and they'll always be the Scum - rented a bus for their little minions to travel south for the opener. I have no idea what kind of numbers they're looking at but I like my numbers better.

Soefsoef is apparently flying out from Denver for the opener; I'm not sure if she's here for a business trip and it's just a coincidence or if she's just coming out to visit for a week. AND Steph is coming out for a half-work, half-play trip. YAY! I don't think I've seen her since she and Mr. Steph were here a couple of years ago for a whirlwind East Coast trip. She'll be here for both the MetroBull and the Chivas game the following week. I can't wait to see her! So far the only things I know we're doing are the two DCU games and we're going to the National Zoo on Friday to see Tai Shan and the rest of the animals.

I've been slaving away on MP. I have about an inch left to do before I start to decrease for the toe. If I don't have enough yarn for the toe this time, I'm just gonna finish the decreases in a different yarn. Maybe a lovely fun fur. Someday I will figure out an interesting way to take pictures of socks in progress. I tried to figure out if I could squeeze it onto Brutus' or Pooky's legs, but it was a no go. Hopefully I'll have at least finished MP1 by the end of this week.

I cast on my Hippo socks* Saturday night while watching Madagascar with the divine Ms. M. In between outbursts of, "Hey, that part was in my video!" I managed to cast on and start the ribbing using the Magic Loop method. I keep getting tangled up in the 40" cable, but so far it's working okay. Of course, I haven't actually read the pattern all the way through - that's like searching the house for your presents before Christmas morning. Anyway, I'm using the Cherry Tree Hill in Peacock. I luuuuuuuuuuv it. The photo's a little dark but you can start to see the little design starting to take shape. No more work on it til I finish MP1 though.

*The hippo socks, for those of you who haven't caught on to my non-stop renaming of patterns, is actually the Pomatomus socks for the Winter 2005 edition of Knitty. I can never remember Pomatomus but it reminds me of hippopotamus and...well, there you have it.

Salsa with a Twist

You know, I was only mildly surprised to see a guy dancing salsa with the pole on the Metro as I came in to work this afternoon. You know, you don't get to see this kind of stuff during the a.m. rush hour.

Comfy pants

Nothing like the delicate swish-swish serenade of comfy corduroy pants to make a gal comfy.

Of course, could live without the chub rub, but whatevah.

I just finished turning the heel of MP1 - again. I feel that under normal circumstances, one should only have to turn two heels per pair of socks, but I've always liked to do things differently. I'm a rebel that way. I had to ask Stick to remeasure her feet since when I frogged the sucker yesterday, I forgot to make a note of how long the foot should be. I'm just that clever - what can I say?

I think I'm going to have to start working on something else non-socklike while I struggle my way through MP. It's almost April - Stick's not going to want to wear wool socks before October anyway, right?

I cast on Lucy Lu while I was in Atlanta with some this Berroco Softwist in a dark green. It knits up super loose (of course, b/c I'm substituting yarn) but I'm going to keep trying with it for a while and see what happens. This photo doesn't really do it justice - makes it look too shiny, but that's it more or less it. And then I really want to cast on Pomatomus with my Cherry Tree Hill blue stuff. You know how I love to cast on.

I think I need to set new mini-goals for myself a la the Knitting Olympics. I work so much better with I have a deadline. Of course, for right now, I can blame Stick for her incomplete Jaywalkers. After all, I can't really do anything until she tells me how long her foot is, now can I?

It was the best of times...

I'm back in D.C., all safe and sound. Despite a delayed take-off and a VERY bumpy flight, I got home safe and sound and home in plenty of time to order chinese food. Mmm, eggdrop soup on very unhappy scratchy sore throat. Doc says sinus infection so back to my friend Anti Biotix. Yummy!

So, I finally got around to finding some photos from the new Georgia Aquarium.

Some snazzy starfish and sea anemone and sea urchins and other things that we could reach in and touch but that I didn't. Then there were the cool beluga whales. These three kept swimming in and out of the photo frame but I couldn't quite get all of 'em in there.

Last but not least we have the snazzy Ocean Voyager display with its 23' x 61' foot viewing window and the two big ol' whale sharks whose names have completely escaped me (Stick, do you remember?)

RANT: I would've had a MUCH better time at the GA Aquarium if we could just have eliminated 75% of the people. I've been on this tear lately but people just don't give a shit about anyone but themselves nowadays and it makes me insane! Parents pushing their kids in front of people and we're supposed to just move out of the way so little Johnny can see the sea lions. Old women screeching about "Look at the penguin!" to a 2-year-old who just wants to go to sleep. People ignore the No Flash Photography signs b/c it's more important for them to have a good picture to take home to show people who couldn't POSSIBLY care less than to potentially negatively impact the little critters fluttering around in the water. Grrr.

Okay, all done. So far as I know, Stick likes MP. Unfortunately, I'm gonna have to frog the sucker to have enough yarn to finish the toe. Bastard sock.

...it was the worst of times

Sunday dawned grey. Very grey. We drove to Hampton in just over an hour, and then it rained. And rained. And rained. Stick amused herself with her new "big can coozie" and her snazzy 48 hat (I have SUCH hat envy right now) while we tried to stay dry. We eventually schlepped up to our seats (I'm not entirely sure why she needed two seat cushions...) and hung out under the overhang and prayed for the rain to stop. It didn't.

For 4 hours.

This is as much excitement as I saw at Atlanta Motor Speedway. They eventually ran the rain-delayed race Monday morning at 11 but there'd been another forecast for rain so we didn't drive down. We're not terribly bright.

Turns out -immie finished 6th and maintained his lead by 50 pts over eventual race winner Kasey Kahne. *insert token Kasey squeal here* Next week's Bristol so that should be the end of out Top-10 streak. LOL.

And now, I leave you with a picture of Ms. Riley, stealer of my shotgun seat and Queen of All Alarm Clocks:

georgiageorgiageorgiageorgia

Aside from the aborted landing on my arrival at ATL, my trip was relatively uneventful. No issues with security, no issues with fellow passengers. Trip was entirely uneventful. My tummy has been relatively uneventful too, thank goodness.

Thursday went off pretty much as planned. We stopped at The Varsity on our way home from the airport - yummy chili dogs, HUGE parking deck for a drive-in of all places but fun. We then proceeded to spend, oh, 3 hours at Why Knot Knit? We were both desperately searching for a reason to buy yarn - we eventually walked out with a few hanks. I got yarn to try this pattern by Berroco. We'll see how it goes.

After that, we went to the 5 Seasons Brewpub to meet Stick's friend Steve for drinks. She hadn't seen him since she moved back south so it was good for them to check-in. Then we went to a restaurant that I've completely forgotten the name of. Three Dollar Cafe, maybe? Anyway, they didn't have their liquor license so they were sending people next door to buy booze and then they could bring it in and consume it. Random yet hilarious!

Yesterday was the Georgia Aquarium. The first, say, two-thirds were rather disappointing but the Ocean section and the tropical fish section (I'll get the real names later) were really impressive. The ginormous glass wall in the Ocean section was unbelievable; my pictures won't even do it justice. I'll upload when I get home.

So far the weather forecast is calling for rain tomorow and Monday. I am NOT amused.