...gonna go home and knit a scarf.
I started saying this when I first joined Sobriety Club, in a self-deprecating, yet comprehensible manner - mainly so that people would laugh it off when I left a party at 9:00pm, with merely a light flick of their wrist and a, OK, we get it. You're sober, we're drunk, and although we don't literally believe you're going home to knit a scarf, your new lifestyle suggests that you do just about that anyway, so ha ha ha, fine.
But, no really. This week, when I say I'm off to go knit a scarf, I really fucking mean, "I'm going home to knit a scarf." Knitting is terribly versatile, see. Sure, I can't make shapes. So the initial idea of banging together a new toilet seat cover for the can seems a little over-dogmatic. I can only knit box-90-degree-angled shapes. Someone zyphed the toilet seat cover at the last house party we had, so I figure a nice bright orange fluffy one should put the zen back into our WC.
Annnnnnnnyway. 747 and I went to a Madhatter's Tea Party on Saturday. It was nice to catch up up with folk I haven't seen in ages, over my soda and lemonade spritzers. Especially K2, Dick, and the enigmatic Alice in Swaziland, who'd borrowed his maid's powder blue pinafore, for the occasion.
747 and I know when to leave these days. It's when you've chatted to everyone, and had a good time - even when more sober than the most Catholic friar in the Vatican. And suddenly people are incapable of stringing a sentence together. It was good, I had fun, but it was...time to go home and knit a scarf. Well, no not really, we went to watch a movie.
We watched a helluva lot of DVDs and/or movies this weekend. As well as a bit of festive cricket-watching at Wanderer's on Friday night. (Others bought tot packs; we bought packets of wine gums in little vampire fang shapes. People were loving the fangs. I thought it was a nice touch.)
Was a nice, chilled weekend. I'm starting to enjoy Sobriety Club. No, really. I mean, my eczema has cleared up. How's that for a bar rash that just didn't go away?
Here I thought it was stress, but no, it was just a bar rash that decided to squat on my upper chin for the last 5 months. Nice. And now it's gone.
Big week ahead. My car is going for a service ($$$$$$$$$$), I'm knitting doilys, and...I'm getting a new tooth.
I'm really living the dream.