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A momentous occasion

Up until yesterday evening, I had never really shared my obsession with BtVS with anyone in RL - except for the odd remark now and then to largely non-plussed colleagues and oblivious friends. Then db2305 suggested we meet, spend some time watching dvd's together...so naturally, I jumped at the chance -- I mean, this is dutchbuffy, fanfic writer extraordinaire, whose fic I've devoured over the last hectic Buffy-filled months of my life, and she invited lowly little old me to come and watch Buffy or AtS with her! God, I felt so awed...and not a little nervous.

So I turned up at her house on the dot, and she couldn't have been nicer. The first thing she said to me was that I was taller than she'd somehow thought, and I showed her the killer heels I was wearing adding at least 4 inches to my height -- which was just as well, as now we were roughly at eye level ;-). I'd been so engrossed in Laure Alexander's Alpha Series that I'd almost missed my train, and so I'd slipped into the first pair of slippers I'd found on my way out, and I was actually glad to find that I wasn't towering over her.
She really is lovely. Multi-talented, and lovely. She paints as well, you know.

I'd brought some chocolates, and we sat out in the garden enjoying them with a large pot of tea and my very first Buffy-flavoured RL conversation where I didn't feel I had to explain either the show or myself for liking it, which makes a change...

Children abed, husband out of the way, and we got down to the nitty-gritty. She has almost everything Buffy and Angel-related on dvd, and it was my choice as to what we would be watching. So I opted for Angel as really, I don't know much of this series' history, but now that there's no more Buffy, and Spike is going to be a regular there, I felt I needed some background info'. So we watched the episodes where Wesley comes and joins Angel Investigations, stressing the fact that he's now a rogue demon hunter, and very bad at the rogue part; and the one where a woman police officer named Kate kills Penn by impaling both Angel and Penn on a piece of wood...and last but not least, the episode where Spike comes to reclaim the Gem of Amarra, which is priceless.
Sadly, we didn't have time to explore any more key moments in the Angelverse, but who knows, maybe we can do it again some day? I know I'd like that...

Today, I spent the afternoon with my dad. He'd rung first thing this morning to ask if I wanted to go and have lunch somewhere, and I hadn't the heart to say "well, actually Dad, I was planning on going to the cinema with a friend", so I waited a few hours for a more Christian time to come around and ask said friend if I could take a raincheck on that Pirates of the Caribbean thing we had planned, then went and met Dad. Who was sitting there waiting impatiently for my arrival at his flat when I let myself in, all dressed up in his best suit, and with several cuts on his face from having tried to shave himself. Awwww, sometimes, you got to love the old codger. So I finished his shaving for him, and then we went into town.

Unfortunately, neither one of us knew that there was going to be some sort of Antillian festival, so the downtown was packed and all traffic had to be re-routed, which meant that as we came out of the restaurant, we couldn't get a bus or tram home, and had to walk. But Dad doesn't walk well. It took us two hours to get back to his flat (and it's a distance I could easily have covered in 20 minutes or less if I'd been on my own, but he has to sit down and pant every two metres)-- I don't think Dad will want to venture out again any time soon. Oh well.

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gamiila
Aug. 27th, 2003 04:38 am (UTC)
Sorry to hear about your father's arthritis. I hope the California sun will make it easier for him to remain active and enjoy life.

My Dad's suffering from a hernia, deafness, heart problems and the after-effects of no less than two strokes. He used to be a big strong man, but these days he bears very little resemblance to the superhero of my childhood. It's not the physical deterioration I find it hard to deal with, though (although I doubt anyone likes to see their father incontent and drooling) -- it's the mental one that makes me at times both sad and angry. His short term memory's completely gone to pot, and his mood swings are impossible to keep up with. I don't mean to, but I do snap at him sometimes, and afterwards feel like the biggest jerk in the world.