Frostbite of Bluster
Mar. 4th, 2018 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoAnother change of plan: the Philosopher decided it would be better to take a couple of days off during the week and come to see his friend then. Alas. I made it to the wedding shower with a nicely wrapped gift and card, thanks to the Sparrowhawk. He went and got a knife set from Ace Hardware instead of the store that was on the registry, and got a great deal on them, too. They're Wusthof rather than Heinkel. He says it's a better kind of steel, and he is the knife expert.
I arrived just as the guests were about to play a special wedding version of Scattergories with the letters L, O, V, and E. Offering me a word game is like waving the catnip mouse. Embarrassingly enough, I won, through the use of words like veridian, edelweiss, and East Timor. Now I have a disgustingly watermelon-scented candle that no sane person would want in their house. I would have been better off losing tactfully to someone who would enjoy this monstrosity. I did get a kick out of the very elderly grandmother who completely missed the point of all the games and just focused on telling stories about her wedding. Like how she came home from shopping for a mother of the bride dress with her mom and they found her dad dead on the kitchen floor. True story, apparently. She really wanted to tell someone about it, and I imagine the rest of the family had already heard, so I performed a small service by listening sympathetically.
I enjoyed seeing the Duchess and her daughter/my niece, Dr. Nurse. While not eating cheesecake, I told the Duchess about my cake problem: I baked a three-layer carrot cake in anticipation of the Philosopher's arrival. Now he's not here, and there are two older people alone with this tempting food item. She immediately said I should freeze it. She still has her son's birthday cake in the freezer. He was supposed to come for his birthday last month, but we had a terrible snowstorm then. I'm sure that freezing it would be the responsible thing to do . . . . Decisions, decisions!
I arrived just as the guests were about to play a special wedding version of Scattergories with the letters L, O, V, and E. Offering me a word game is like waving the catnip mouse. Embarrassingly enough, I won, through the use of words like veridian, edelweiss, and East Timor. Now I have a disgustingly watermelon-scented candle that no sane person would want in their house. I would have been better off losing tactfully to someone who would enjoy this monstrosity. I did get a kick out of the very elderly grandmother who completely missed the point of all the games and just focused on telling stories about her wedding. Like how she came home from shopping for a mother of the bride dress with her mom and they found her dad dead on the kitchen floor. True story, apparently. She really wanted to tell someone about it, and I imagine the rest of the family had already heard, so I performed a small service by listening sympathetically.
I enjoyed seeing the Duchess and her daughter/my niece, Dr. Nurse. While not eating cheesecake, I told the Duchess about my cake problem: I baked a three-layer carrot cake in anticipation of the Philosopher's arrival. Now he's not here, and there are two older people alone with this tempting food item. She immediately said I should freeze it. She still has her son's birthday cake in the freezer. He was supposed to come for his birthday last month, but we had a terrible snowstorm then. I'm sure that freezing it would be the responsible thing to do . . . . Decisions, decisions!
