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Had a terrible morning but a very good day yesterday, which was an interesting combination. I was asked to stiltwalk for a candidate for state governor in the Pride Parade in Burlington, so I broke out the stilts and replaced the rubber on the bottoms - which took a fair bit of work; it's tough to cut the right shape out of bike tires, and prying the nails out to put new ones in took ages. I started late enough that I had to finish putting duct tape over them in the car. Which may have been a contributing factor to the motion sickness that hit immediately after. :P Also, I think I'm cursed when it comes to taking 89 north of home. When I go south, from Burlington to home, I meet interesting people; when I go north, I faint and/or hurl.
Honestly, I was hoping this would be a faint; my faints and near-faints tend to be preceded by intense nausea that has inevitably and wonderfully vanished by the time I come to, so it's easy to confuse a fainting day with a hurling day. But I wasn't so lucky, and about halfway there, my mother pulled over so that I could give the shoulder of the interstate the stomach acid it had been missing. After, though, I felt much, much better, and by the time we were actually in Burlington, I was totally up for the Pride Parade.
Which was pretty sweet. I love bright colors and people enjoying themselves, and both of those were definitely in supply. :D However, it was also disgustingly hot, which made it not the best day to stiltwalk up Church Street; lucky there's a Ben & Jerry's on Church Street, too, or I might well have gotten to faint, too.
It all worked out in the end, is the point, and everybody was awesome - it was Burlington, so there were throngs of people cheering for us, and, like, two grumpy out-of-staters who had apparently come to stand around and cluck their tongues. And I think I managed to give somebody who was complaining about the flamboyance of the Pride Parade something to think about, without being too rude. \o/
Fannishly, I had to miss the second ep of Covert Affairs so that I could wake up on Wednesday morning in time to get to Manchester; after I finish this post, I shall have to hunt it down and give it a watch. As for Rizzoli & Isles: ( some spoilers. ) I can't, like, rec it unconditionally or anything, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to keep sticking with it.
Also, I don't know whether it's exhaustion or stress or what, but I reread some chunks of my![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Honestly, I was hoping this would be a faint; my faints and near-faints tend to be preceded by intense nausea that has inevitably and wonderfully vanished by the time I come to, so it's easy to confuse a fainting day with a hurling day. But I wasn't so lucky, and about halfway there, my mother pulled over so that I could give the shoulder of the interstate the stomach acid it had been missing. After, though, I felt much, much better, and by the time we were actually in Burlington, I was totally up for the Pride Parade.
Which was pretty sweet. I love bright colors and people enjoying themselves, and both of those were definitely in supply. :D However, it was also disgustingly hot, which made it not the best day to stiltwalk up Church Street; lucky there's a Ben & Jerry's on Church Street, too, or I might well have gotten to faint, too.
It all worked out in the end, is the point, and everybody was awesome - it was Burlington, so there were throngs of people cheering for us, and, like, two grumpy out-of-staters who had apparently come to stand around and cluck their tongues. And I think I managed to give somebody who was complaining about the flamboyance of the Pride Parade something to think about, without being too rude. \o/
Fannishly, I had to miss the second ep of Covert Affairs so that I could wake up on Wednesday morning in time to get to Manchester; after I finish this post, I shall have to hunt it down and give it a watch. As for Rizzoli & Isles: ( some spoilers. ) I can't, like, rec it unconditionally or anything, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to keep sticking with it.
Also, I don't know whether it's exhaustion or stress or what, but I reread some chunks of my
ladiesbigbang fic today, and ... I kind of like it. It's not a spectacular work of genius or anything, but I am used to wincing my way through rereads of my own work, and there was not a huge amount of wincing this time. Of course, that could be partly because I've been torturing myself off and on with badfic from the A:TLA wiki's fanon side - I haven't gone through every fic there, but most of the ones I've looked at? Could use some heavy betaing. D:
