February 4th, 2008

Mama Deb

Yesterday

1. Go Giants! I'm not much of a sports fan and less of a football fan (I've picked much of my football knowledge from an ancient LED handheld game and Friday Night Lights, but this is New York, and we watched the end of the game, and I actually screamed at the touchdown. Which, um. I was kinda surprised at. The scream, not the td.

2. Housefilk at batyatoon and sdelmonte's place. I nearly didn't go - Jonathan had a shul meeting in the afternoon (scheduled then to avoid the Superbowl) and we didn't want to pay for three cabs. We'd asked fringefan for a ride the day before, but his car was in the shop. However, it had been repaired, so I went with him, otherdeb, gimmeahand and her son, Liam. Jonathan's meeting broke up soon afterwards, so he got a cab there. Car took the slowest route (not on purpose. This was a car service - no meter.)

I did a lot of knitting and heard some very good songs and caught up with people and then there was a Contata Concom meeting. ladymondegreen is the chair - I'm back in the con suite. We kicked out the nonconcom members with the threat of "you stay, you're drafted." Liam stayed - he's now kid liaison. Okay, he had no choice in staying, but he seemed pleased. We got a lot done and information exchanged, so it was a good meeting all around.

And then, we had dinner. Batya danced around various allergies and came up with a delicious meat pasta sauce with neither tomatoes nor capsicum. And we got home in time to see the end of the Superbowl.
Mama Deb

All dressed up.

I just got a phone call from my husband. Apparently, we're going to a benefit dinner honoring a friend of his.

Tomorrow night. 6PM. Waldorf.

I have to spend the day in a dress suit. Let's hope the suit actually fits.

I think I might take a sweater to wear at work over the underblouse and skirt, and change to the jacket before I leave. I won't worry about the evening purse.
Mama Deb

Gendercrossing Cliche

You know the one - the one where Terry, who prefers the opposite sex, meets Chris, who is of the same sex, and falls in love and therefore Terry is confused about sexual preference - to the point of deciding that the actual preference is for the same sex, only to find out that Chris is, indeed, of the opposite sex and therefore all is well. Clearly Terry sensed that Chris was the appropriate gender from the begining. It's a plot as old as, and very probably older than, Shakespeare.Collapse )
Mama Deb

On a different note:

Jonathan is currently attending his third committee meeting in two days - he had a synagogue board meeting yesterday afternoon, we both attended a convention committee meeting last night and the synagogue dinner committee is meeting right now around my dinner table.