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I blame the cask strength MacCallums
Jan. 28th, 2007 12:54 pmYesterday was a blur of activity, from morning til night, and I never entirely felt like I got to experience anything from beginning to end properly until the party last night.
Started out with the delegate assembly of our Local (Bay Area) union chapter in SF. I tried joking with our chapter leader that I thought one of the main purposes of a union was that one didn't have to show up somewhere for duty at 9am on a Saturday morning, but he didn't seem to find that as funny as I did.
( whir, whir, whir )
And in an apartment whose people-density at times approached the people-density of Times Square on New Year's***** was finally able to relax, kick back and eat tasty foods (and haggis), drink scotch******, and just hang out. And there were bagpipes. And in honor of actually seeing things through, we actually stayed through the end of the Braveheart screening*******, ("Even though Mel Gibson is a homophobic anti-semite, he did make one helluva good film about Scotland."), and then caught one of the all-night service buses home.
Now, I'm a little hungover (and slept through aikido, on which I blame too much cask strength Maccallums), but feeling largely tranquil. Today, we clean house.
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Started out with the delegate assembly of our Local (Bay Area) union chapter in SF. I tried joking with our chapter leader that I thought one of the main purposes of a union was that one didn't have to show up somewhere for duty at 9am on a Saturday morning, but he didn't seem to find that as funny as I did.
( whir, whir, whir )And in an apartment whose people-density at times approached the people-density of Times Square on New Year's***** was finally able to relax, kick back and eat tasty foods (and haggis), drink scotch******, and just hang out. And there were bagpipes. And in honor of actually seeing things through, we actually stayed through the end of the Braveheart screening*******, ("Even though Mel Gibson is a homophobic anti-semite, he did make one helluva good film about Scotland."), and then caught one of the all-night service buses home.
Now, I'm a little hungover (and slept through aikido, on which I blame too much cask strength Maccallums), but feeling largely tranquil. Today, we clean house.
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