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UPS & I have reached an accord - they will stop messing with my head, and I will get up before 8:30 tomorrow morning (my birthday) and get down there to pick up my packages. I think I'll feel like a winner after I've got them, but right now I'm just a tad bitter.
In other news, while a store copy of Blood & Iron was relatively easy to locate, I had to go to Providence to find a copy of The Virtu. I can't tell whether it's because they haven't stocked them yet or whether they keep being ripped off the shelves, though I hope for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
truepenny's sake it's the latter.
I wasn't really in Providence for the books, though. We went there to see WaterFire, which was truly and spectacularly awesome. Nothing like 100 baskets full of fire on three rivers with musical accompaniment that includes Chopin, Bach, and Dead Can Dance, while two entertainers do fancy fire tricks on narrow ledges. It goes from sundown to 1 AM, though we only stayed 'till 11 or so. And then there was cheesecake for dinner. Came home and collapsed in a tired but very happy heap. Thinking about going again on the 15th, dragging people from around to come with.
And finally, because it's not like I was going to ignore it, a bit of football. OMGYAYYAYYAY!!!
More coherently - we watched the game at my sister's birthday party. There's nothing quite like watching a football game in a room with 10 Ukranian guys & gals. 'Cause every time France was even close, there'd be a great sound emanating and scaring the crap out of the little kiddies (like, 6 and under) walking around trying to mess shit up without their parents noticing (which, given that their parents are watching football, they have a high chance of success). Only one person was actually rooting for Brazil, and my brother-in-law would periodically burst out into La Marseilles, but the didn't know the words so he'd just do the part that the Beatles ripped off for "All You Need is Love" and it got stuck in my head. Plus, given that both Barthez and Zidane are bald, every so often he'd burst out a "Go Baldy!" (only in Russian, where it doesn't sound quite so negative.) In short, good energy, glad to have seen the game.
We now have the theory that France is going through the elimination round and kicking ass against every arrogant team they come across. I really hope this proves true, as they're up against Portugal next.
In other news, while a store copy of Blood & Iron was relatively easy to locate, I had to go to Providence to find a copy of The Virtu. I can't tell whether it's because they haven't stocked them yet or whether they keep being ripped off the shelves, though I hope for
truepenny's sake it's the latter.I wasn't really in Providence for the books, though. We went there to see WaterFire, which was truly and spectacularly awesome. Nothing like 100 baskets full of fire on three rivers with musical accompaniment that includes Chopin, Bach, and Dead Can Dance, while two entertainers do fancy fire tricks on narrow ledges. It goes from sundown to 1 AM, though we only stayed 'till 11 or so. And then there was cheesecake for dinner. Came home and collapsed in a tired but very happy heap. Thinking about going again on the 15th, dragging people from around to come with.
And finally, because it's not like I was going to ignore it, a bit of football. OMGYAYYAYYAY!!!
More coherently - we watched the game at my sister's birthday party. There's nothing quite like watching a football game in a room with 10 Ukranian guys & gals. 'Cause every time France was even close, there'd be a great sound emanating and scaring the crap out of the little kiddies (like, 6 and under) walking around trying to mess shit up without their parents noticing (which, given that their parents are watching football, they have a high chance of success). Only one person was actually rooting for Brazil, and my brother-in-law would periodically burst out into La Marseilles, but the didn't know the words so he'd just do the part that the Beatles ripped off for "All You Need is Love" and it got stuck in my head. Plus, given that both Barthez and Zidane are bald, every so often he'd burst out a "Go Baldy!" (only in Russian, where it doesn't sound quite so negative.) In short, good energy, glad to have seen the game.
We now have the theory that France is going through the elimination round and kicking ass against every arrogant team they come across. I really hope this proves true, as they're up against Portugal next.
