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Celebrations joyful and solemn
Dec. 2nd, 2003 12:54 pmSunday afternoon Danny ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
djjo and I went out in Toronto. We had samosas for lunch on Queen Street. It was my first taste of goat, and I liked it. Then we went shopping. He indulged in some wool purchases, and I bought Hand Bookbinding by Aldren A. Watson. We ended up at Timothy's on Church Street to meet schillerium.
My ex from Buffalo showed up. It was the first time I had bumped into Mike since my birthday in 2001. He is 6'3" of charm, and with half a chance would have flirted the pants off Danny, but I don't blame him. I like Mike and was glad to see him after so long.
Another person who I dated more seriously and recently, Aubrey, was also there. I went and greeted him but didn't feel like introducing him to my friends.
After coffee we went to the Black Eagle so I could buy both the birthday boys a beer. The bar was packed for the usual Sunday afternoon barbecue.
Back at the house,bitterlawngnome, danthered and Monique had decorated with balloons and Christmas lights and cooked a delicious birthday feast for Danny. The menu included saffron rice, yellow beans, spicy mushrooms and other dishes. A friend brought a salad that I particularly liked: diced jicama, pomegranate and mint with lemon juice and rice wine vinegar. Dessert included tangerine perogies and baked brie in filo pastry.
I metmathan and bremo. Everyone seemed to enjoy the after meal entertainment, a DVD of Finding Nemo that Danny received as a gift.
I had to return home yesterday. Slushy roads slowed traffic, and my bus barely arrived in time. The Rainbow Chorus had an evening performance at a vigil marking World AIDS Day. We sang three songs, a warm up for our season concert on Saturday.
It was a solemn event, with snow blustering past the church windows and the roof occasionally creeking in the wind. Occasions like this used to make me weepy for no specific reason. My general melancholy would use the opportunity for catharsis. Last night I didn't indulge in grief except on behalf of my friends. Mark, sitting on one side, spoke two names during the candle lighting ceremony; one was a lover he nursed through illness. Ray, sitting on the other, unfolded a crumpled piece of paper and read off five names. Jon and I have not lost any friends to AIDS. This is a peculiar blessing to some of us who stayed in the closet until the 1990s.
By the end of the evening, I was ready for my own bed. On the way home, Les and I talked about how we have become used to sleeping alone. He likes to curl up with a pillow. That reminded me of something Danny had said the other day.
I tried it. I admit there was something comforting about snuggling my belly up to something soft, but the handsome cub's hips still work better.
[Edited to correct a name.]
djjo and I went out in Toronto. We had samosas for lunch on Queen Street. It was my first taste of goat, and I liked it. Then we went shopping. He indulged in some wool purchases, and I bought Hand Bookbinding by Aldren A. Watson. We ended up at Timothy's on Church Street to meet schillerium. My ex from Buffalo showed up. It was the first time I had bumped into Mike since my birthday in 2001. He is 6'3" of charm, and with half a chance would have flirted the pants off Danny, but I don't blame him. I like Mike and was glad to see him after so long.
Another person who I dated more seriously and recently, Aubrey, was also there. I went and greeted him but didn't feel like introducing him to my friends.
After coffee we went to the Black Eagle so I could buy both the birthday boys a beer. The bar was packed for the usual Sunday afternoon barbecue.
Back at the house,
bitterlawngnome, danthered and Monique had decorated with balloons and Christmas lights and cooked a delicious birthday feast for Danny. The menu included saffron rice, yellow beans, spicy mushrooms and other dishes. A friend brought a salad that I particularly liked: diced jicama, pomegranate and mint with lemon juice and rice wine vinegar. Dessert included tangerine perogies and baked brie in filo pastry.I met
mathan and bremo. Everyone seemed to enjoy the after meal entertainment, a DVD of Finding Nemo that Danny received as a gift.I had to return home yesterday. Slushy roads slowed traffic, and my bus barely arrived in time. The Rainbow Chorus had an evening performance at a vigil marking World AIDS Day. We sang three songs, a warm up for our season concert on Saturday.
It was a solemn event, with snow blustering past the church windows and the roof occasionally creeking in the wind. Occasions like this used to make me weepy for no specific reason. My general melancholy would use the opportunity for catharsis. Last night I didn't indulge in grief except on behalf of my friends. Mark, sitting on one side, spoke two names during the candle lighting ceremony; one was a lover he nursed through illness. Ray, sitting on the other, unfolded a crumpled piece of paper and read off five names. Jon and I have not lost any friends to AIDS. This is a peculiar blessing to some of us who stayed in the closet until the 1990s.
By the end of the evening, I was ready for my own bed. On the way home, Les and I talked about how we have become used to sleeping alone. He likes to curl up with a pillow. That reminded me of something Danny had said the other day.
I tried it. I admit there was something comforting about snuggling my belly up to something soft, but the handsome cub's hips still work better.
[Edited to correct a name.]
