coming and going, part two: going
Music: Robert Wyatt: Ruth is Stranger Than Fiction I have been knocked out for a few days with a nasty, sneak-attack cold that is just starting dispel, like the clarity of consciousness coming through the parting of a great Snot Green Sea (all hail Zithromax, the Moses of antibiotics!). For a brief moment Wednesday evening, around midnight, I felt the elation of full wellness as the victory of the Longhorns goaded me to barbaric wahoos. I am not a huge sports fan, but my god that game was simply awesome! All the excitement made for a fitful sleep.
My holiday travels have finally come to an end, and although I had fun seeing my peeps, I'm happy to be home. My classes are prepped, and now, there is a little time to relax and play before class begins Monday-week.
I stopped into Baton Rouge for a few days on the drive back from Hotlanta. Last Thursday afternoon I popped by Tracy's to see the little bundle of pooping and sucking, Ms. Sara, with proud papa and starving mama. Dan and Dee were in town, and later that night we supped at the Chimes and got merry. It was good to see them, as well as the ever-growing brood of the LSU mafia.
After napping off a full belly, Jen and Kristine cajoled me into going to "Star 80," the 80s music night the Spanish Moon (that is, "the spoon"). Now, I used to go to 80s night a couple of years ago, but it was sparsely populated and for the most part "dead." This was not the case last Thursday night: I've never seen so many people packed into the Spoon for a dance night! Apparently there is a regular group of "Star 80" stars that danced, sometimes in unison, on the front stage and, toward the end of the night, the Optimus Prime and his cronie transformers made an appearance! It was a lot of fun, and a number of us even got our dance on! It was nice to see a "tradition" had formed around one of my favorite haunts, and I'm proud this tradition involves synthpop.
After a couple of days of power-meals with colleagues and tours of their new homes, I prepared for New Year's eve festivities. Gretchen, Lisa and Hillary hosted a fondue party, with lots of cheeses and oils and dangerous fire-starting sterno that would have made any fire Marshall very nervous. Fireworks were shot (threats by a "concerned mom that she would call the police were made), drinks were had, and in general, things were merry. The evening was capped off by a trip to Thai kitchen for some very hokey karaoke renditions of 80s songs. Overall, it was a good trip, and I look forward to getting back for Mardi Gras in a couple of months.