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Jun. 16th, 2003 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elvendollits a frustrating morning; partially because i can't seem to de-grogg and feel like i should be back in bed for another 5 hours or so, and partially because i'm not a very patient person and having unresolved shtuff going on in my head gives me anxiety.
for the most part, or, not counting the amount of noise my family makes, i had a pretty good weekend.
stayed home with the 'rents on Friday night, did a lot of reading on Saturday, and met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nymphochka (and her boy) on Saturday night.
we met up at the korova milkbar, had a couple of drinks, ended up going to see rocky horror on a whim, and then to a middle eastern place to caffienated beverages of choice and peach tobacco to smoke from a hookah - definitely a good evening all around.
on my drive back, i saw the beginnings of dawn over manhattan in my rearview mirror.
Sunday... was more stress then i'd prefer.
i was woken up at 11:30 and needed to leave around 12:30, with the plan of driving both of my sisters and grandparents to the bat mitzvah. between the two times, i also needed some quiet time - my family is anything but quiet, and after 3 days, i wasn't dealing with anyone in my space very gracefully. this turned into some screaming, my parents taking my sisters in their car, and me having the house for all of 15 minutes of quiet before needing to go. because of traffic, we were a little late, but i was so stressed, i didn't care just how late we were - i can't remember the last time i needed a drink that badly.
i walked up to the horde of family/family friends standing outside the restaurant, and it was like being pulled in 20 directions all at once, when all i really wanted to do was give debbie her present, go in, have a drink and actually breathe for a little bit.
eventually, i managed to calm down, and after that, it was a pretty good time, even if the place was way cramped. it was good to see the relatives/family friends that were there, sad to see how some bonds had weakened, and really sad to note the absence of people i had spent good portions of my childhood around.
it was also really weird to look over at the kids table and have to struggle to recognize who was who - and, in some cases, i even needed to ask - its totally weird that the puntables that to used barely come up to my waist are now teenagers.
the party ended a bit later then i expected, as did getting out of brooklyn; luckily, there was another car going at good speeds from 287 all the way to the pike, so i made really good time back.
unfortunately, i didn't come back in the best mood, and i'm still stuck in funkyness.
for the most part, or, not counting the amount of noise my family makes, i had a pretty good weekend.
stayed home with the 'rents on Friday night, did a lot of reading on Saturday, and met
nymphochka (and her boy) on Saturday night.we met up at the korova milkbar, had a couple of drinks, ended up going to see rocky horror on a whim, and then to a middle eastern place to caffienated beverages of choice and peach tobacco to smoke from a hookah - definitely a good evening all around.
on my drive back, i saw the beginnings of dawn over manhattan in my rearview mirror.
Sunday... was more stress then i'd prefer.
i was woken up at 11:30 and needed to leave around 12:30, with the plan of driving both of my sisters and grandparents to the bat mitzvah. between the two times, i also needed some quiet time - my family is anything but quiet, and after 3 days, i wasn't dealing with anyone in my space very gracefully. this turned into some screaming, my parents taking my sisters in their car, and me having the house for all of 15 minutes of quiet before needing to go. because of traffic, we were a little late, but i was so stressed, i didn't care just how late we were - i can't remember the last time i needed a drink that badly.
i walked up to the horde of family/family friends standing outside the restaurant, and it was like being pulled in 20 directions all at once, when all i really wanted to do was give debbie her present, go in, have a drink and actually breathe for a little bit.
eventually, i managed to calm down, and after that, it was a pretty good time, even if the place was way cramped. it was good to see the relatives/family friends that were there, sad to see how some bonds had weakened, and really sad to note the absence of people i had spent good portions of my childhood around.
it was also really weird to look over at the kids table and have to struggle to recognize who was who - and, in some cases, i even needed to ask - its totally weird that the puntables that to used barely come up to my waist are now teenagers.
the party ended a bit later then i expected, as did getting out of brooklyn; luckily, there was another car going at good speeds from 287 all the way to the pike, so i made really good time back.
unfortunately, i didn't come back in the best mood, and i'm still stuck in funkyness.
