Dinner in Northampton
Mostly while I'm in England I don't have a social life. I did get to spend an evening in London with one of my old and dear friends (there was a point at which I realized that we'd known each other for over twenty years, which was sort of shocking; I don't think of myself as young, but still), but that's about it for my going-out life whilst on the English archives road, EXCEPT
last night I had dinner with one of the blogging friends -- Animated Stardust, who's just as entertaining as one would think from the blog. What I've always loved about her blog is the combination of high-volume, high-energy discourse with the foundation of a one-day-at-a-time (well, often, given the circumstances, one-minute-at-a-time) movement through the world. That is pretty much what going to dinner with her is like, too.
I got to meet the charming Mr. Bryn, who is one of those devotedly noble big dogs, and I got to drive around Northampton.
And drive around Northampton.
And then drive around Northampton some more, going back over some of the places we'd seen earlier, but which might have been different the second time, though actually they probably weren't.
Some of the regular readers may recall various posts in which I have discussed my difficulty with directions.
Yes.
So let us imagine what happens if you put the woman with a space-time-continuum dysfunction in a car with the woman with a sort of on and off short-term memory receptacle, and send them off to find a restaurant in a city they don't know (oh, and let's make sure that everything is backwards, too, so that the directions-challenged person is doubly confused), on a street they've never heard of.
Well, let's just say that by the time we got to dinner, I was REALLY glad to see it.
What was lovely about all this, you understand, is that there was no difficulty about it. No recriminations, no bickering, no getting annoyed and bitchy. Dinner was there and eventually we would arrive where it was.
And indeed we did, though I don't think I could find it again. My darling companion seemed to think I could -- look! they're having a buffet on Sunday! you could come back! -- but I don't think so. I'd end up in Kettering. Or over at Princess Diana's old house,* which is around here somewhere.
Anyway. Some people are just MEANT to be traveling companions. I think that Animated Stardust and Creating Text(iles) would be a marvelous duo. We should go around the world. I'll take care of the left and right stuff and she can take care of remembering the directions.
And then, whatever happens, that'll be the adventure.
Or, better yet, the aventure.
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*My guess is that the Stately Homes Tour of Althorp is not much like the one you go on at Great Fulford. One would hope.
last night I had dinner with one of the blogging friends -- Animated Stardust, who's just as entertaining as one would think from the blog. What I've always loved about her blog is the combination of high-volume, high-energy discourse with the foundation of a one-day-at-a-time (well, often, given the circumstances, one-minute-at-a-time) movement through the world. That is pretty much what going to dinner with her is like, too.
I got to meet the charming Mr. Bryn, who is one of those devotedly noble big dogs, and I got to drive around Northampton.
And drive around Northampton.
And then drive around Northampton some more, going back over some of the places we'd seen earlier, but which might have been different the second time, though actually they probably weren't.
Some of the regular readers may recall various posts in which I have discussed my difficulty with directions.
Yes.
So let us imagine what happens if you put the woman with a space-time-continuum dysfunction in a car with the woman with a sort of on and off short-term memory receptacle, and send them off to find a restaurant in a city they don't know (oh, and let's make sure that everything is backwards, too, so that the directions-challenged person is doubly confused), on a street they've never heard of.
Well, let's just say that by the time we got to dinner, I was REALLY glad to see it.
What was lovely about all this, you understand, is that there was no difficulty about it. No recriminations, no bickering, no getting annoyed and bitchy. Dinner was there and eventually we would arrive where it was.
And indeed we did, though I don't think I could find it again. My darling companion seemed to think I could -- look! they're having a buffet on Sunday! you could come back! -- but I don't think so. I'd end up in Kettering. Or over at Princess Diana's old house,* which is around here somewhere.
Anyway. Some people are just MEANT to be traveling companions. I think that Animated Stardust and Creating Text(iles) would be a marvelous duo. We should go around the world. I'll take care of the left and right stuff and she can take care of remembering the directions.
And then, whatever happens, that'll be the adventure.
Or, better yet, the aventure.
*************************
*My guess is that the Stately Homes Tour of Althorp is not much like the one you go on at Great Fulford. One would hope.
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