Claudia (clauclauclaudia) wrote,

so many owed entries

(Not owed to anyone in particular, just entries I have in mind to write. Lots of movie thoughts and other thoughts.)

It was a solidly good weekend. Friday I had people over for the usual TV-watching, and gamers joined. You see, my housemate was hosting an occasional gathering of folks who used to live in our house (it's existed as the semi-collective household it is for over 20 years) who like to game together. Somehow I've always been travelling when these have happened in the past, but this time I was around.

I don't think gaming happened Friday night. But Saturday morning after I kissed rmd g'bye, I joined the gaming crew. I watched them play a WWI air battle game, and then we played Kill Dr. Sauron, a hilarous home-brewed version of Kill Dr. Lucky that uses pieces and concepts from Lord of the Rings. The ring is an added 10-point weapon, but everyone knows you have it, and if you use it to kill Sauron (Dr. Lucky) you win the game (by supplanting him as the dark lord). But in this game you can also kill other players, and if you kill them with the ring you become a minion of Sauron (in which case you try to protect Sauron, and can only win by killing *all* the other players). Mua-ha-ha!

This sounds more fun than it was, because these are cutthroat gamers who would rather do almost anything than use a card they don't have to, so they let a 2-point attack succeed early in the game when there were plenty of points in people's hands to prevent this, and the game was over. (I told them not to leave it to me. They left it to me. I had 1 point, but not 2. That's my story and I'm sticking to it, though none of them checked my hand to confirm it so you'll have to take my word. ;-)

We then didn't game for hours more, because wives and families had started to arrive and it was social time (yes, I was the only female gamer in the bunch). But hey, kids and me, good stuff. I hung out with several of them in the dining room while grillables were being prepared. A three year old girl and a six(?) year old girl took turns playing a game based on how one girl's grandmother would catch her in the swimming pool. I'd sit down, they'd stand between my legs and I'd snap them shut, and they'd try to wriggle free. Human jungle gym, me.

The three year old was patting my hair (which is down to mid-thigh, for those who haven't met me face-to-face) and then caught sight of my legs in the loose Indian-print cotton skirts I was wearing.

"Why do you have hair on your legs?"
"Because it grew there, like the hair on my head."
She was much startled by this.
"My daddy has hair on his legs. He has hair on his belly. Do you have hair on your belly?"
"No--" but she'd already scooted across the room to check her facts by pulling up her dad's shirt. He didn't pay much attention initially but she was so insistent he asked what was going on.
"She saw the hair on my legs and decided to make a detailed comparison."

Everybody cracked up, and one mother started to explain that women grew hair on their legs and armpits (pointing out that the six-year-old had the light golden fuzz beginnings of leg hair), but many women shaved it off. The girl looked sort of stricken and asserted that she'd never shave, it sounded painful. I felt an urge to present an even-handed account, so told her that many girls do without difficulty, but she was not moved.

I was terribly amused.

After barbecue stuff, I hung around waiting for gaming to recommence. But I had some errands I had to run before going out for the evening. So I headed out for all of 20 minutes to do them (I bought sneakers and black leggings/exercise pants and a six-pack of Mike's lemonade) and of course they started gaming while I was gone!

Well, not really. I came back and offered Mike's around and helped set up Starfarers of Catan and start playing (meanwhile Axis & Allies Pacific was starting up on the other half of the table). But I only got to play for about 45 minutes before I had to get changed and head out for RHPS, and at that I was later than I meant to be. I was also 2 Mikes to the wind.

I have a red bodice from Hootenanny that I've worn just a couple times before, that definitely, er, *shapes* my figure--much more snug on me than on that lovely model. It's velvety, with black elastic fabric and a zipper in the back, and ten or a dozen giant safety pins across the front. I wore the black leggings, and black flats. I think I need to get some more attitudinal footwear for Rocky dress-up, yes I do.

But I didn't really want to walk down the street and take the T wearing just that. So I took my linen blazer (kinda rumpled these days--I need to get it dry cleaned) and tried it on over. Hm. Unbuttoned, it didn't really cover the bodice at all. Buttoned, I had the choice between leaving the lapels as they fell, showing the bodice in a V of jacket, or pulling them together, leaving a smaller V of bare skin that hinted at nothing at all on beneath!

Taking a line from Eddie Izzard, I muttered "exECutive bodice" and settled the jacket in the more open V, tucked some necessities into the jacket pockets (I didn't have any anywhere else!) and headed for Harvard Square.

I admit I was feeling the aftereffects of alcohol, but I don't think that affected my judgement when I saw a guy standing with his arms braced to both sides of an apartment building entryway (one of those alcoves where there's a few feet, then a door, then stairs up to the the apartments). I thought, "I bet he's facing a woman--I hope she's okay". I walked by and indeed he was posed physically blocking the way of a girl about two thirds his size. Confrontation might have been dangerous or might have been unnecessary, so I just walked past and then hung around nearby where I could hear the tone of their conversation. Which was serious, but not dangerous-sounding. After a couple minutes she opened the door and headed inside, and when he followed I couldn't see any sign that it was against her will.

Okay. I just would hate to miss signs if they were there for me to see.

So I continued strutting my way towards Harvard Square. ;-) When I got there, rmd had snagged THE parking spot right in front of the theater, so I was able to leave my jacket and just bop around in the bodice and leggings in the comfort of the Rocky crowd, and that was heaps of fun. I was petted by cast and crew and girlfriend. :)

RH was in the main theater because it was one of the regular Janets's last show (and they've sold out the smaller theater recently). I think 3 out of 4 times I've been in the large theater for RHPS, they've had sound/tech problems. Maybe not such a good idea (though they really *have* to for the Halloween shows). Despite a few glitches, the preshows were heaps of fun, especially Dracula and Wild Wild West.

I bought a CD of the band several of the tech folks are in, but haven't listened to it yet.

Sunday... I think I had a leftover erotic charge from prancing around in the bodice on Saturday. ;-) At any rate, we had a good morning/afternoon, and were all sated after brunch and lazing around. We headed out to watch the last DVD episode of The Sandbaggers. I now need to find a source for the third and final season, which was never released on video (licensing issues, apparently). Format no object--I have access to multi-region VCRs. Anyone know someone who taped them off-air?

If you seek this series out, definitely get it on DVD... the videotape release skips a crucial episode.

Anyway. We watched that, and then some Samurai Jack while we ate chinese food, then went to Toscanini's for coffee drinks (well, I had sweet cream, but I'm told the only proper reason to go to Toscanini's is for coffee; maybe this is some peculiarity of the Harvard Square store, I don't know), and then we watched Donnie Darko for a moody and beautiful end to a beautiful day.

It was a good weekend.

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