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1. Tonight I drove out to Springfield for Gamefest at The Student Prince with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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phi, M., and two excellent people whose online handles I don't know. Next year we're going earlier in the month, because it turns out that by eight o'clock on the last night of February, a great many items have been eighty-sixed from the special menu, but there was still gravlax and paté and alligator tail and I had a plate of game stew with spätzle on the side, full of delicious chunks of venison and bison and elk. People around me were eating things like Hasenpfeffer and pork knuckle and sauerbraten and some kind of schnitzel with mushrooms and cream sauce. There were also some solidly decadent desserts, including a fancy booze milkshake called a Chauvinette, and drinks that we realized were stunningly affordable not because Springfield is cheap, but because Boston is pricey. A great evening. I may live off rice cakes for the rest of the weekend, except that on Sunday I'm singing.
(We were thwarted in our desire to purchase paczki from the Big Y on our way home because the nearest store closed at eleven instead of midnight—in flagrant disregard of their hours listed online—and I can't see myself getting out to western Massachusetts again before March 4th, but we'll just have to make a point of it next year. Or find a Polish bakery in Boston. I bet that could happen.)
2. Rob is out of his cast! And his walking cast! He wore shoes on both feet today for the first time since Christmas! The orthopedic surgeon pronounced him good to go! Now he has no excuse for not helping me take out the trash tomorrow!
3. My poem "The Etruscan Prince" has been accepted by The Cascadia Subduction Zone. The title is deliberate; it came out of last year's discovery of a tomb in Tarquinia and resulting discussion.
I am going to sleep. Tomorrow I hope to visit a print shop. And write.
1. Tonight I drove out to Springfield for Gamefest at The Student Prince with
rushthatspeaks, derspatchel, phi, M., and two excellent people whose online handles I don't know. Next year we're going earlier in the month, because it turns out that by eight o'clock on the last night of February, a great many items have been eighty-sixed from the special menu, but there was still gravlax and paté and alligator tail and I had a plate of game stew with spätzle on the side, full of delicious chunks of venison and bison and elk. People around me were eating things like Hasenpfeffer and pork knuckle and sauerbraten and some kind of schnitzel with mushrooms and cream sauce. There were also some solidly decadent desserts, including a fancy booze milkshake called a Chauvinette, and drinks that we realized were stunningly affordable not because Springfield is cheap, but because Boston is pricey. A great evening. I may live off rice cakes for the rest of the weekend, except that on Sunday I'm singing.(We were thwarted in our desire to purchase paczki from the Big Y on our way home because the nearest store closed at eleven instead of midnight—in flagrant disregard of their hours listed online—and I can't see myself getting out to western Massachusetts again before March 4th, but we'll just have to make a point of it next year. Or find a Polish bakery in Boston. I bet that could happen.)
2. Rob is out of his cast! And his walking cast! He wore shoes on both feet today for the first time since Christmas! The orthopedic surgeon pronounced him good to go! Now he has no excuse for not helping me take out the trash tomorrow!
3. My poem "The Etruscan Prince" has been accepted by The Cascadia Subduction Zone. The title is deliberate; it came out of last year's discovery of a tomb in Tarquinia and resulting discussion.
I am going to sleep. Tomorrow I hope to visit a print shop. And write.
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Good luck with the concert!
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I did! Current story is now 1700 words and counting: I don't imagine it will run much longer, but that's still more substantial than anything since "The Boatman's Cure." I am trying not to kill it or take it as too much of an omen.
Good luck with the concert!
Thank you! It went well. My voice was a little blunted from winter dryness and what feels like the ever-lingering rags of a cold, but I was happy with my performances. People said nice things to me and I did not have to deal with anyone difficult.
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I will cheerfully send it to you when it's finished. I have no idea how it's going to turn out. I'm just hoping it does!