Noah's Journal

I hate the entire euphonium section. Just saying.

Where's my Advil? Where's a handsome man to rub my temples and murmur soothing and possibly sexy things to me?

Oh, right. He's at another school, talking sexy to entire auditoriums of others who are not me. Woe.

Where is my faithful dog Lola, who should be here to comfort me in my time of need? Oh right. She's probably sleeping on the bed because Tad's not there to toss her off. She's probably shedding all over the pillows, the little wench.

My life, it is so hard. And shortly, I get to go be tortured by a series of brass quartets. I need to perfect my tragic posturing and big sad puppy dog eyes.

Or possibly have a very large glass of wine with dinner.

Four words: Surprise Cruise To Mexico!

I'm going to lie in the sun, swim, eat, dance, and show my appreciation to Tad in as many inventive ways as is physically possible.

He'll come back wonderfully tanned, the bastard--no matter how I try, I only get so dark (not very) and no more.

I love this man a really stupid amount.

And now, off to eat and sun!

Tomorrow, we're leaving for San Francisco!

We always spend Christmases with my parents, and Thanksgivings with Tad's. We worked that out a bit ago through trial and error, and it seems to be the solution that is best for everyone. My parents and family are crazy about Tad; they usually take his side over mine on most things. *g* I'm just glad that the relationship is a solid one and it eases my mind that they get along so well with one another. Holidays are stressful enough without adding more, you know?

We'll be flying, which, meh. There's always complications when flying, regardless of how well you prepare or how seasoned a traveler you are. It'll be worsened by the holiday rush. Mostly the airports do try to be polite and accommodating, I'll give them that. But we've had a couple of times when they considered Tad a *problem* and not a *person,* and while I'm a pretty mellow guy, that's the one thing guaranteed to make me go postal, because I will not have that. Tad has a temper, yeah, but honestly, I can outdo him when I really get pissed. I seldom get angry on my behalf, but let someone treat Tad with less than he deserves, and there it goes.

Anyway. I've been to the vet and gotten Lola her light sedative for travel. She's an excitable little thing and the hubbub and commotion of air travel sends her spastic. So I'll give it in the morning, put her in her sweater and carrier, and hope for the best. It's so much easier on her if we drive, but the time frame just didn't allow it. I wish that I could just smuggle her on in my coat, but I'm pretty sure I can't get away with that.

I'm really looking forward to seeing my family again. I know just how lucky I am to have such great parents. When I came out to them, it wasn't "oh no, you're a shame to our family"--and I've had friends who've had that experience, even in San Francisco--but more of a worry about my safety and health. I had to swear to be careful, and I always have been. But anyway. They accepted me for who I am, not for the sex of the people I choose to have sex with. As I said, very lucky.

We'll get to see my brother's fiancee for the first time. I'm looking forward to it. Kudos to her for willingly becoming involved in the craziness that is the Parrish family. She's a photographer for the newspaper my brother works for. An office romance, of sorts. My sister is single, but bringing one of her friends home with her--it'll be a full house. It'll be great.

And there goes Lola, dragging my scarf across the living room floor. No wonder the ends are ragged.

Happy Holidays, everyone--I hope they're as good as I know mine will be!

I do love the snow. I'm like this big kid around it, I swear. I grew up in San Francisco, so I never really saw it until I went to various universities chasing my degrees. Then it was all woohoo! and snowballs/snowmen everywhere. Fun times.

Three inches wasn't a lot of snow, but still, snow! On campus I took this pic the day it snowed:





A wee snowman. Yes, I'm a goof, I know. Doesn't take a lot to make me happy. Tiny snowmen, snowballs, hot chocolate. Christmas cookies wouldn't be amiss, either.

I am probably going to get killed for this, but. It's Friday the 13th, so I might as well. *g*





That *very* handsome young man on the left? Tad, when he was fifteen or so. I'm pretty sure the guys in my school weren't nearly as handsome. Of course, I think he's grown even better with age, but then I freely admit a possible bias.

Of course, with Tad talking about nerf gun wars, I think of this:

So, Tad and I are going to a faculty Halloween party tonight. It's the faculty at MSM, and they're a pretty relaxed bunch, so it should be fun.

It's pretty easy for me, actually. Tee shirt, kilt, sporran, socks, boots. I haven't dragged out the kilt for...well, a long time. Should be fun, if a bit drafty. I'm counting on Tad to keep me from getting a little too tipsy and dancing. That's never a good thing. *g*

Kiltage

The boots were a gift from my sister. You would not believe how often I've been tempted to wear them during a visit to Tad's parents, but I have better self-preservation instincts than that.

Hope everyone else has a fun time tonight--I'm planning on it!

I'm sitting at my desk at MSM with stacks of essays from a couple of classes--ah the glamour of a teaching life.

At least they're short essays. That decreases my headache, if only minimally. At the top of the last one, I wrote: I am returning this otherwise good typing paper to you because someone has printed gibberish all over it and put your name at the top. I'm fairly certain that "gibberish" is a bit generous, but oh well.

I'm sure that I'll be amused when students put me into their Rate Your Professor site. I do hope that they spell bastard correctly this time. *g*

You know, I'm fairly certain that if I took a random essay from the stack, snipped the individual words apart and then gave all the pieces to a drunken monkey, he could arrange them into a better essay than some of these students.

I'm actually considering kidnapping a monkey, giving him rum and letting him have at it.

Later, I'll stop and get some Mexican food to take home and we can unpack some more. The excitement never ends. But we should be done by this weekend, thank the deity of your choice.

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