SJ came over which was great fun. She told me about the trip she and Michael went on to England and Scotland (business + pleasure), gave me a nice ring (from the trip) that I ALREADY LOST :'(] and some "Boudreaux's Butt Paste" (not from the trip, but trippy) that apparently was the occasion for much glee when she found it for sale. When she asked me what I wanted her to bring I asked for a gallon of plain, lowfat yoghurt, which freaked her out no end. Her mother said, "Just do it," as apparently Missy has learned that SJ, I, and countless of our ilk are just too freakin' strange to be understood.
She told me a funny story about Gigi's daughters arguing over the disposition of her remains, with Missy on the side of cremation. Missy said, as some kind of oddball example, how if SJ died her ashes might be sprinkled in an area where wild wolves roam. When SJ arrived the other woman, unwilling to believe anyone could be so weird, asked if SJ would be happy if her ashes were thusly sprinkled, and SJ lit up and said, "Wow! SWEET!"
I showed her TSMGO video (unfinished but still good) and pointed out Enjah (SJ knows Enjah from having shipped one of my paintings to her), and me.
Con came over Thursday and we had a good time. She has quit her job (at Batdorf & Bronson Coffee)* and so has time to goof around a bit. I made her watch TSMGO and the Combat Cards vid, from which she did not take away a clear idea how to play the game (of course, as she's never been in SL).
This is much more visiterationing than I'm used to, but has been good.
The Monsters have threatened to visit, and Lucia and Jim have said the same, so the excitement may continue . Tiff is coming over soon (did she really say Wednesday - I need to email her as that's not a good day).
*Which is an Olympia coffee roastery that has spread all over the place. We both knew Dick Batdorf, whose longtime dream to have a very high quality roastery became reality way back in... I suppose the eighties... . During Annie$'s bad art auction one year (to raise money for the Food Bank), at which my friend KGF and I were the presenters (Anne insisted we wear those highly inflated-looking plastic naked breasts and bottoms over our clothes) Dick bought a stack of ancient polka records Con had donated, then was dead of a heart attack the next day. Con always attributed his death to the polka. He was a nice man. Anyway, after he died L and C bought it, and they are nice, too, and kept the name.
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