the weekend.

by saturday i didn’t feel sick anymore and not too tired. i never did get the eyeball collection down from the attic, and i never did carve my pumpkins, but everyone said the house looked nice anyway, that night at the party. i pinned my hair up wet and threw on some party clothes just before il rossi arrived early, intending to make himself look more goth with my eye makeup, which was not really up to the job. with his glasses, i said he looked like dead buddy holly, which would be a cool costume except that he didn’t quite have the props to sell it. so he washed off the gray smudge under his eyes.

some folks wore costumes and others did not. hopefully this had the effect of making everyone comfortable with the level of costuming they had chosen.

upon taking inventory the next day, it appears that wine was the popular drink of the evening, followed closely by gin and tonics. only a small percentage of the beer was consumed. i thought perhaps if i provided _nice_ beer… but no, beer is still not the beverage of choice. the fresca was decimated. almost no one drank regular Coke.

now there is candy in the house, until tomorrow, and potato chips, two foods i never normally keep around. i will be glad to see them both go. junk food and i do not make good roommates.

sunday i was tired, tired, tired. the extra hour was a boon; it gave me another hour to perk up (which eventually, i did) and sarah came over to “practice photographing a person.”: afterwards she was kind enough to invite me over for dinner, which was very yummy.

now my body is protesting the return to a normal schedule. i have to go.