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Cookie City
Sep. 7th, 2008 11:10 amYesterday I went to an end-of-summer party. I got to play pool volleyball (fun!) and pool jousting (less fun) and talk to friends and dance on the deck and eat lots of cookies. The hostess herself had made at least four kinds (chocolate chip, sugar, chocolate chocolate chip, white chocolate chip(?), and maybe another one). I brought peanut butter cookies and someone else brought oatmeal cookies and chocolate chip cookies. I love cookies.
I met some new people (mostly engineers and dancers) and also saw a person I probably hadn't seen in two decades.
There was plenty of bughouse (a team chess game) but almost no bugs (or mosquitos, anyway).
I learned that chemotherapy can turn your hair curly. And that aging makes it much more likely that you will get insomnia. And that one of my friends has a job duty called "airport duty," picking up people in bands, and another has one that could be called "play that funky music, white boy" except that she's not a boy.
I met some new people (mostly engineers and dancers) and also saw a person I probably hadn't seen in two decades.
There was plenty of bughouse (a team chess game) but almost no bugs (or mosquitos, anyway).
I learned that chemotherapy can turn your hair curly. And that aging makes it much more likely that you will get insomnia. And that one of my friends has a job duty called "airport duty," picking up people in bands, and another has one that could be called "play that funky music, white boy" except that she's not a boy.