||[Jun. 4th, 2007|11:54 am]
Whole lotta labia.
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With the sudden realiziation that the event we had been planning on attending was more than four hours away, and that we're both just knackered, ST and I decided to go grow our brains at University down in College Park. A fabulous plan. I took a fascinating class on leprosy/syphillis/plague (seriously, totally fascinating) and one on The Board of Directors and You which was fascinating in the way that only Duchess Melisande can make a totally banal subject interesting. She's a lot of fun and though I don't know her personally I've never failed to be impressed and amused by my interactions with her. And she made an hour of learning the ins and outs of the SCA BOD totally interesting. I'd signed up for two other classes and I totally fucked off and didn't go. I spent the first hour hanging out with 'Hanna (instead of learning about early Islamic garb) and then the hour after the BOD class I spent chilling with kfitzwarin instead of accidentally taking a class from one of the biggest blowhards I've ever met (I didn't realize he was teaching it when I signed up for it).
I'm going to skip the part where I almost reached for the phone on the way down to tell Caitlin what absurd thing Steve had just said. Because some of you will know what that's like. Unless you are lucky. And then you will not.
We had tofu for lunch courtesy of the fantastic Berwyn Cafe, I got gossip with Keilyn, the fabulous eklectick made us a gift of a completely ADORABLE linen baby outfit brought all the way from Amsterdam (made ST's Dutch heart go pitty pat), and we were home by 7. We'd had grand plans for other stuff we wanted to get done but I'd hit my limit for the amount of time I could spend in a car that day and my cool new flip flops had given me a righteous blister so instead we watched a little TV, snuggled a bit, and made a relatively early night of it.
What with one thing and another, I finished the curtains. I FINISHED THE CURTAINS! WOOT! *runs around* I'm down to a small contrast panel on the crib skirt and the name banners for my nursery sewing projects. Which is nice, it means I can move on to other sewing projects and other projects in general.
We also took ourselves to see Knocked Up which, I realize, is just painfully redundant. Still, a fantastic time. Much better bang for my buck than the Pirates fiasco and worth it entirely for the pink-eye gag. We were in bed early and asleep like coma patients (and we both took wee afternoon naps). It was just the day we needed, lots of soft rain on the fields and cool breezes and productivity in the house. I even found some extra garb I can wear for next weekend.
Speaking of next weekend, who is coming to Highland River? I'm doing the day-trip/camping dance and weighing my options. This morning I did a blitz clean on the house and put up the rest of the laundry. Tonight is our tour of the maternity unit at the hospital and some more time talking about breathing and such. omg... I can't believe I've gotten this far without updating you guys ...
Thus far I think the most charitable phrase we've used to describe our childbirth classes is to say that they could have been better run. In reality, it's nothing that I couldn't find on Google if armed with the class outline. Thursday was better than Tuesday last week because we got movies. I also got the joy of watching ST's face when the instructor introduced the men to the concept of "bloody show". I think Steve may consider this to be the coolest phrase ever. He's so warped.
We finished the class with some relaxation exercises. First the women then the men were played a relaxing piece of music and encouraged to concentrate on a focal point and feel their breathing. I thought mine went ok, I nearly fell asleep, and then Steve got his chance. And then I got pissed. Because Steve's music? Was the piece from "Out of Africa" where they're in the biplane going over the wildlife and the flowing grasses and all of that, one of the most beautiful pieces of music... ever. And mine? My piece of "relaxing" music?!? Kenny fucking G. KENNY FUCKING G, people! How is that relaxing?! Especially if Steve is laughing the entire time and repeating the words "I can't believe you got Kenny G.." Hateses.
There's other stuff... but I'll put it in an entry all of it's own. And on that note? I'm going to go do some work. I know... shocking.