Oi,
iresprite!
teapot_farm says to check her LJ for the dumpling recipe.
A very relaxing weekend. Saturday was some grocery shopping, some NWN, and then into town to meet
olethros to travel on to
microgirl's house for a dinner party. She was running a little late, but she has a chaise-longue, the second most gorgeous cat in the universe, and a wide selection of drinks, so all was well. Conversation varied all over the place, although a good bit of time was spent explaining various concepts to the one person there who hadn't heard of paganism before (and didn't really get the basics). Food was served and was excellent. And then we had to retire and sit around for a bit before dessert, which was similarly superlative.
Today I slept until almost 14:00. This is by way of being WAY late - usually even at weekends, we're up by eleven or noon. Some cleaning - mostly in the department of putting clean laundry away - and some reading of mail and the Rat Bastard DM's Club boards, and then we headed for two to find me a Swedish/English dictionary, which is huuuge and in my bag. Then across to
wyvernfriend's place, to await the arrival home of her husband, cos I wanted him to work out naval doctrine for flying ships for me. He's good at that sort of stuff, and was chortling and chuckling to himself as we left a couple of hours later.
Mention had arisen of sushi during the evening, so instead of heading straight home, we went in for Aya's Sushi-55. And after I finish poking around the net, I'll go learn some more Swedish.
Today I slept until almost 14:00. This is by way of being WAY late - usually even at weekends, we're up by eleven or noon. Some cleaning - mostly in the department of putting clean laundry away - and some reading of mail and the Rat Bastard DM's Club boards, and then we headed for two to find me a Swedish/English dictionary, which is huuuge and in my bag. Then across to
Mention had arisen of sushi during the evening, so instead of heading straight home, we went in for Aya's Sushi-55. And after I finish poking around the net, I'll go learn some more Swedish.
Hey Riikka. You claim once more that your English sucks, and I'm gonna thump you with about 2kg of Swedish/English dictionary when I see you next. Your English is better than mine. Moshing is the um, not-dancing traditionally performed to punk and grunge. It invloves a lot of leaping around, flailing your arms, injuring yourself and others, and generally being violent to the space around you and everyone in it. It's great, even if I seem to be too old for it these days. As far as I'm concerned, the choruse of Smells Like Teen Spirit is quintessential moshing music.
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